Showing posts with label Black Friday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Black Friday. Show all posts

Friday, 12 December 2014

Bah Humbug. It's December again - 13 days to Christmas

Bah Humbug, it's 12th December. And I've only got 13 days left!

Half the gifts I ordered on line have not turned up yet. What is the point of ordering on line if your "stuff" never arrives?

And then there is the "trying to order on line" thingy. That is where you go on line to purchase something because you don't want to elbow your way through the crowds. The "trying" comes in to this because, no matter how hard you try, you can't order. In my case, I need to talk to someone.

Easy.

Get off my butt and go to the shop.

Why do that? A shop where I would have to queue up? and as I mentioned, queueing is a sheer waste of time. 

(even seagulls seem to queue these days)


Which made me wonder why on earth we queue, and why on earth the British are known to be the best at it.

The queue is revered as a very British institution. Although, actually the word comes from the French word for tail, queue, which in turn derived from the Latin cauda. And so, contrary to popular belief, and as the BBC write, it was Thomas Carlyle a 19th century historian who wrote about the French penchant for “standing in a queue”.

Another instance of the British, borrowing to create such a wonderful and rich language. (see the History of the English Language in 10 minutes):



So where did the myth about the stoic Brits and their passion for queues come from?

There are supposedly some references to queueing in the Bible, but I am not too sure about where that comes into play. What is clear however is that the British queue in an orderly manner for things like Wimbledon and mostly in banks, but waiting for a bus? No. 

Or is that because there are now so many people in Britain who have forgotten or never been instructed in this art?

Queueing had become a government-led institution in Britain during WW2 when everyone was expected to do their part, and that included waiting for your turn. Typically British, patience, decency, stiff upper lip and fair play! Except that fair play does not really come into it, more self interest, especially in the case of queue-jumping where I am sure, that many "queuers" (invented word) might like, quite controversially, to bop the jumper on the head. To throw a spanner in the works, there are the queue-jumpers who pay for the privilege, normally which turns out to be quite pointless, especially if you are in the queue for the January Sales, which probably won’t be much this year as everyone spent their money on Black Friday. However, if you are at a theme park, then there is a point to paying, although the danger is that you might get bopped on the head or thrown off one of those helter-skelter rides in the dark.

Dr Kate Bradley, a lecturer in social history and social policy at the University of Kent writes about the reality of queueing during WWII and of the arguments, civil disturbances of the time. She comments that “queueing was exhausting, frustrating and tense.”

Exactly my point!

Just the same today as it ever was. And if you try and queue for a bus or anywhere where there is no demarcation nor indication of how to queue, then the whole concept flies out of the window, or into a punching match – look at that stupid American custom of Black Friday, (that has nothing to do with darkness, witches and evil other than companies enticing us gullible consumers to part with our money). Bedlam – and there is a word that has a deep meaning – but that madness will have to wait for another day of griping.

There are theories and psychology papers about queueing. The theory of queues, which is all about maths and science and prediction and probability. And if you leave the queue you are in originally, you will never be happy and not get there any faster. Try it at a supermarket. Although on Wednesday I tried staying in the same queue and it didn’t work.


Meanwhile, Management Today reckons that the institution of the queue is dying out. We are moving to virtual queues, thanks to Rodger Dudding, a British engineer who lived in Stockholm and who devised a ticket-dispensing machine, the idea of linear queues from America and then Terry Green.
Terry Green, along with Martin Christie, an inventor, made use of digital sound recording to link a message to a number indicator board. Thus by telling the customer at the front of the linear queue which counter to proceed to, ‘cashier number five, please,’ the customer throughput increased by 15%. That means 15% less waiting time for everyone else in the queue, which of course depends upon how long the queue is and the types of transactions happening ahead of you.

All well and good, but if you are in a supermarket, then “cashier number five, please,’ does not work. And certainly not when you are Christmas shopping.

And then you get the economist’s view. Queueing is a failure of the system to match supply with demand. If you increase the price, the queue disappears, and so probably do your profits.
Nevertheless, they have cottoned on to my point, that time spent queueing is a loss of personal time and extremely inefficient.

Even making a phone call to a sales hot-line or ordering on line, you find yourself in a queue, waiting for someone to speak to you or waiting for your goods to be shipped out, because of an increase in demand and there are rather a lot of orders waiting in front of you.




And so, back to the reason why we queue. We queue for things we want, or think we want. Sometimes we queue simply because there is a queue (I see that a great deal where I live!), sometimes we queue because there is a limited supply of an item, such as concert tickets, items on sale, and sometimes queues form because the demand outstrips the supply. Maybe the answer to queues at Christmas might be to increase supply and the irritating queues would disappear.


The fall-back option is the telephone. 

Excellent idea.

Until I end up sitting waiting for someone to answer for 37 minutes and 37 seconds! And then the phone cuts off! 

Not such an excellent idea.

BAH HUMBUG


Tuesday, 9 December 2014

Bah Humbug. It's December again - 16 days to Christmas.

Bah Humbug, it's 9th December. 

I've just realised that my 3 week cut off point has been and gone and passed. Oh I hate Christmas. Only 16 more days to go and I am so behind, in spite of planning and more planning.

This time last year I was working on a book: Mitchell Muffin and The Rotten Eggs (it's on sale on my Etsy store or Amazon).

This year, I am working on the sequel, that go delayed because I decided to allow myself the distraction of writing and illustrating a couple of other books.

This is what distractions do. They delay.

Ergo Christmas is a distraction which is delaying me doing everything else that I should be getting on with.

Yesterday I got distracted by mince pies, and I still don't have any either homemade or from the shop. 

Today, distractions are in the form of Christmas gifts I have not yet purchased, in spite of my idea of sorting this all out last month. Yes, last month.

Why on earth do we give gifts at Christmas? Is it just some evil ploy by retailers to prop up their failing annual sales? Oh, no that's that silly American trend of Black Friday. I can never understand why Americans call it black. That always made me think it was dark and dangerous. I suppose it might be dangerous if you got into a fight over a cheap TV or trampled on.

I digressed.

Why do we give gifts at Christmas?

In America, perhaps as a back-lash to Black Friday and the over-commercialisation of absolutely everything, there is a movement to "cancel" Christmas. However, Fox News thinks that while this is a good idea on one level, maybe it needs to be about Christmas beginning at home. 

Maybe this year will see the real spirit of Christmas return, and I don't just mean those spirits from Charles Dickens' A Christmas Carol. 

Even the Arch Bishop of Canterbury, Justin Welby wrote in the UK Radio Times and Guardian yesterday that we don't need to spend a fortune on Christmas gifts, we need to remember what Christmas is about first and foremost. It is about bringing love into our currently rather loveless and selfish world and giving rather than receiving. It is about peace and harmony. There was a Christmas Day nearly 100 years ago when the fighting stopped across the trenches and soldiers walked out, put their differences behind them, played a game of football, shook hands, sang a carol and said goodnight.

Which is why my eldest son has suggested a budget of S$50 per gift per person. 

After all, it is the thought and gesture that count, not how large a hole that you have burnt in your pocket or wallet or whatever you carry your money in.

BAH HUMBUG

I'll make mince pies for everyone this Christmas.