THE CUSTOMER SATISFACTION DYNAMIC

Four hours on hold or actually speaking to support staff who couln't assist me across several time zones. Suffice to say that the AI assistants offered as an alternative were also quite useless. If even I cannot access my personal data, it truly is secure.

So in a way it wasn't a complete waste of time. And it was good for international relations. Both Manila and New Delhi now know we can't drop by their offices brandishing offensive weapons.

And after all the videos of jackbooted Americans being complete blisters, arresting children and cripples, and kneeling on minority necks, they don't want to visit here either.


This means two things: 1) we no longer trust the best and brightest overseas, and have instituted security protocols they cannot override, as least as far as private enterprise is concerned. 2) Didn't pop down to Chinatown for snackies and milk tea as is my wont.
Which discombobulated me considerably.


But at least I ate the half a burrito I had in the fridge. With extra hotsauce.
It was quite delicious. The flavours had really come together.
Carnitas, extra extra extra, no beans.
Exquisite.

White Americans can't make burritos worth diddly. That's why we NEED immigrants. Keep the burrito supply intact. A good burrito absolutely requires someone capable of thinking in a technical language like Spanish, NOT some goobus Anglo high-school drop-out. Can't train those people. But almost everybody from the Rio Grande down to Tierra Del Fuego understands the paradigms.

An Anglo sees an avacado and automatically think in terms of whole wheat no gluten toast, a latte with oatmilk and honey, and asking about peanut allergies. A speaker of Spanish thinks about mashing it with a squeeze of lime juice and some chilies. An Anglo wants a gluten-free spinach and dried tomato tortilla made with olive oil, a speaker of Spanish rolls it around greasy stuff cooked with garlic and cumin and adds salsa picante.


You've seen Asian food made by white folks? Precisely so. But it costs more. A small percentage of the price will be donated to a charity saving dolphins in the rainforest.


Today I shall be eating mediocre suburban kibble for lunch at work.
I suffer for my "art". But really, everyone else should.
Suffer, that is. Because of my "art".
And other reasons.



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