I'm sick of people overcharging for goods and services simply because they know they can get away with it.
Our apartment block that we recently moved into has a shared laundry. There are two washing machines and a dryer (which we don't use, things dry in half an hour on a line in Perth). While I think it is a bit cheeky to be charging tenants to use the washing machines, I think it is down right criminal to charge $3 a wash. That's $6 a week right there just to do our clothes, and then there's towel washes and bedding to be done. Over our 6 month lease I figure that it will add up to more than $200. I don't even know who the money goes to!
The other recent example of overcharging that I have is from the basketball game that we went to yesterday. Our tickets were $30 each, not bad for our vantage point. It was the parking that we really got ripped off with. As Challenge Stadium isn't really near anything, and because most people would of course drive to the game, the venue obviously felt that they could get away with charging $7 per car for parking. To me this is far too high, but of course they knew they could make a killing from it, and they also know that they could get away with it. I think it is bad form to charge such exorbitant parking fees for a planned event that consisted mostly of families out to support their local team.
My point? Enough with the overcharging! Just because you can make a tidy profit of something does not necessarily mean that you should.
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Monday, November 9, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Hi, I'm Mix...
"I Max Fraser Donelan do solemnly swear..." So yesterday was the first time that I had to put my left hand on a piece of paper, raise my right hand and solemnly swear that I am who I say I am, and that the above statement is correct and true. It was only a statutory declaration that my name was actually my name and that I am in Australia to live and work, but it did carry a certain aura of importance and seriousness. I was however a bit peeved that I have to solemnly swear. It wasn't a particularly sad occasion (although the JP at the cop shop did seem pretty bored), and I was actually quite happy to finally be getting this Medicare business sorted. Why couldn't I ecstatically swear? Or at least bring some kind of mild optimism to the event?
Apparently I was wrong about my name being Max anyway. My flatmate's mother came round yesterday, and I let her her in the door. When I introduced myself she gave me a quizzical look and asked me with some confusion "Your name's Mix?". I guess I need to work on dropping the Kiwi twang.
I have made some more observations of Perth, which you might take interest in. In fact for the most part they're more gripes than observations, so stop reading now if you couldn't give a rat's about my feelings on the price of lollies. Because seriously, they're expensive here. A dollar mixture will have maybe 6 lollies in it, and they're not even good. You end up spitting half of them out. I saw a self-serve lolly bin in a 'convenience store' yesterday. Lollies that should have been 5c each were 20c a pop (and they even have 5c coins here still, so there's no excuse!). What the hell is convenient about that I ask??
I was also horrified when, walking down the street minding my own business, I looked up to find that I was standing outside the Croc Shop. Yes, they have a shop devoted to Crocs. And what's worse, from what I could see from my vantage point on the footpath, Croc is diversifying its stock. I am unimpressed.
My 6 years at New World Metro have given me, other than of course valuable life experience..., a good understanding of what the words 'customer satisfaction' mean. Supermarkets here close at around 8pm, even earlier on Saturdays (don't even try to go on a Sunday). I would try and give you more accurate times, but I haven't yet seen a supermarket that has its hours of operation displayed outside the store. This is something that has been getting me quite worked up actually, and something needs to be done about it.
That's it for now. I feel like Peter Griffin when he's telling Quahog what Grinds His Gears. Next time I'll try to be less, well, solemn I guess.
Apparently I was wrong about my name being Max anyway. My flatmate's mother came round yesterday, and I let her her in the door. When I introduced myself she gave me a quizzical look and asked me with some confusion "Your name's Mix?". I guess I need to work on dropping the Kiwi twang.
I have made some more observations of Perth, which you might take interest in. In fact for the most part they're more gripes than observations, so stop reading now if you couldn't give a rat's about my feelings on the price of lollies. Because seriously, they're expensive here. A dollar mixture will have maybe 6 lollies in it, and they're not even good. You end up spitting half of them out. I saw a self-serve lolly bin in a 'convenience store' yesterday. Lollies that should have been 5c each were 20c a pop (and they even have 5c coins here still, so there's no excuse!). What the hell is convenient about that I ask??
I was also horrified when, walking down the street minding my own business, I looked up to find that I was standing outside the Croc Shop. Yes, they have a shop devoted to Crocs. And what's worse, from what I could see from my vantage point on the footpath, Croc is diversifying its stock. I am unimpressed.
My 6 years at New World Metro have given me, other than of course valuable life experience..., a good understanding of what the words 'customer satisfaction' mean. Supermarkets here close at around 8pm, even earlier on Saturdays (don't even try to go on a Sunday). I would try and give you more accurate times, but I haven't yet seen a supermarket that has its hours of operation displayed outside the store. This is something that has been getting me quite worked up actually, and something needs to be done about it.
That's it for now. I feel like Peter Griffin when he's telling Quahog what Grinds His Gears. Next time I'll try to be less, well, solemn I guess.
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