Archive for June, 2007

I can’t really make a title more clear than this. I had the unfortunate experience of going to the chrome night club last night because a friend of mine from Port Elizabeth was in town and it seemed like the busiest place in town.

Why? God only knows. We went in… “you want how much?” “R50?” Yes R50 entrance fee, but, R1 a shooter, so we thought OK excellent we will definately have at least 5 shooters each so will worth it. Wrong. Once you are in Chrome you realise getting service is not easily achieved, after waiting at the bar (the pleb bar, not the VIP, we’re not cool enough to pay extra for tickets) for 45 minutes, this is not an exaggeration, actual time. We had still not been served.

During this time, while sobering up, I started noticing things. The ‘shots’ they sell you are limited to, sambucca, sours, vodka, gin, etc, which is fair enough…but wait. What brand of Alcohol is that? Oh. Its the special ‘Chrome’ branded bottles of Sambucca (and the rest). Yes, the very classy, white photo copied cut out bostick’d onto an old wine bottle. So here I was 45 minutes into the wait, the barman suddenly proclaims, “The R1 special is over”. You have got to be kidding me, I decided then and there I will never give this place one more cent of my money, ever and I will encourage you to do the same.

There is one more nugget I need to share about my experience. During my wait at the bar, my friend decided he was getting a bit hot and wanted to go put his jacket in the car, see you in a few minutes we said and on his way he went. It took him unusually long so when he finally did get back I asked him what took him so long. Upon his return, there was a queue at the door, so he waited patiently, when the bouncer asked, “All those of you with stamps, raise your hands” So everyone who had stamps, did so, the bouncer then shuffled these people over to another queue, and gave the people who had not entered yet, preference. This is the most disgusting thing I have ever heard, to blatantly relegate your paying customers, so you can fill up your door takings.

What an absolute joke, I will spread the word as I was so highly cheesed at the events. Luckily, the night went on to be awesome in the slightly ‘less classy’ cool runnings in Long Street, so big up to those people who actually give a damn about their customers.

Technorati Tags: Chrome, Night club, Cape Town, Crap

It never ceases to amaze me as to how much politics happen within an office.

Having come from a freelance background and this being my first stint in the corporate world, it is quite interesting to note what goes on inbetween the walls of an office.

Squabbling, gossip and all the rest of it is amusing as people seem to generally forget that everyone is working in the same company and trying to do whats best for the business in all regards.

Yet for some reason, peoples feelings and personality seem to play a big role with the way they approach problems and conflicts, forgetting that the person on the other side of the table is only trying to do their job as best they can, with the intention of helping the business succeed.

*disclaimer* This is not my personal outcry (as I am so new I haven’t got into the squabbling, yet ) but merely an observation as to the goings on within a business.