[QUOTE=Siam Sam]
Sounds like they were trying to re-create an actual restaurant in Thailand. Of course, to do the re-creation right, BOTH knobs would not have been working.
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Ah, Thailand. Where a “toilet” in an upscale mall consists of a squatting hole in a concrete floor in the middle of a wide-open room. Hope you remembered to buy your five sheets of toilet paper (the transparent kind that disintegrates upon human contact) from the vending machine on the way in, farang. Oh, and pity about the traveler’s diarrhea…
Examples? I have several!
I delivered pizzas for several years in my teens and twenties for a large chain whose name I won’t mention, but it rhymes with “Pizza Hut.” They initially had a nice system of monetary rewards for delivery drivers based on the number of “accident-free hours” worked—starting with $50 or so (IIRC) and gradually working up into the hundreds and even thousands of dollars for the long-timers. After a few years they announced that the reward system was being revised—for example, where a driver might’ve once received $200, the award would now be a special Pizza Hut hat with an embroidered logo. Instead of $1000 cash, now you’d be the proud owner of a very cheap no-name plastic camera. Et cetera. What irritated me wasn’t that they did it—I’d long thought the cash award thing was too good to last—but that it was spun as the company’s response to employee complaints that they wanted awards that were more “visible.” I defied my manager to find, anywhere, a delivery driver who actually said “you know, this $500 is nice, but I’d really rather have a $30 Pizza Hut sweatshirt instead!”
Example #2: I had a horrible short-term temp job with the credit collection department for a large retailer. Almost my entire job consisted of pulling up credit reports on delinquent customers—taking a long list of Social Security Numbers printed from one of their computer systems and manually typing them into another system, which would print out hard copies of the reports. Why they didn’t find a way to interface the two systems, I have no idea; the entire department I worked in seemed to be one simple script away from obsolescence. (Strangely, nobody there really seemed interested when I asked about it.) This was the mid-1990’s and they were using groaning, clattering dot matrix printers that were at least ten years old. When one of them needed its ribbon changed, I asked where I could get a replacement. Oh no, I was told: this had to be authorized. They called a manager (wielding a key to the supply closet) who inspected the faint print on the paper and declared that it wasn’t quite ready to be changed. The policy was that “barely legible” was still good enough—the print head had to literally be making no blemish on the page before it was time for a new cartridge. (Which, of course, meant that one or more reports would need to be reprinted, would be out of order, and would need manual rearranging to be in sequence.)
Example #3: My (now former) employer recently announced, via email, that they were discontinuing the free coffee supplied in the breakroom (which had long been a very cheap nameless brand and one of the last niceties they still provided us) and replacing the equipment with coin-operated coffee machines. The same day, they also announced that the company had exceeded its quarterly profit expectations in stellar fashion, and congratulated us on a job well done.