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September 14th, 2009 | 2 Comments | Posted in Uncategorized

Well, I have a new hard drive.  Actually, a minor correction.  I have a refurbished warranty replacement to fill the void left by what was a relatively new hard drive.  If laptop drives died as regularly, I’d have torpedoed my machine out the window long ago.  But, I shall focus on the positive and state for the record that all data now exists in two places, if not three, and that’s a very good thing.

Secondly, I am loving this London summer and have been in salad overdrive of late.  Hot smoked trout and vermicelli salad with chilli oil and lime juice dressing.  Duck and green mango salad.  Chicken and coriander salad.  Tuna tartare with green been and mint salad.  Thai beef salad, for which you absolutely must use kaffir lime leaves.  Tricky to find, but there are a few shops near Chinatown that stock them.  If that fails you can head out to Wing Yip in Croydon, buy in bulk and then freeze the leaves.

And finally to finish with an IT-related thought (other than the HDD saga.  Fingers crossed I never need post about such things again).  I attended three IT Exec briefings in the last week, and at all three the dread phrase “IT and the business” was bandied about.  Who is this mystical – and evidently difficult-to-please – “the business”?  I support one business unit – Savings – but what I do isn’t about “IT and the Savings business”.  Try getting anything done in isolation.  Of course you couldn’t – I liaise with risk, security, finance, marketing, comms, legal, IT, internet banking, telephony etc etc to implement any Savings changes.  We collectively form “the organisation“, whose processes and technology (and sometimes people, too) cross multiple business units.  Including IT.  “There are no IT projects; there are only business projects.  Likewise there are no business projects; there are only IT projects.”  Business + Technology = Business Technology.

“Can I Speak to Someone in Your Legal Department”

August 7th, 2009 | 1 Comment | Posted in Uncategorized

These were the words that finally got me some attention from Lacie after 8 frustrating weeks of trying to get a replacement power supply for my external hard drive.  Their approach to customer service – and I use the term loosely – is to create a web interface where you type out the details of your support case.  They respond.  Or not.  You are then sent an email notification telling you to check the web page to see what words of comfort and support they have offered you.  It’s all terribly impersonal, nothing close to real-time, and takes significantly longer to type things out than it would to simply explain the situation to someone in the know.

But let me start at the very beginning.

I keep my 1TB drive attached to my laptop permanently.  Yes both are supposed to be portable, but actually they have barely moved since I got the office set up.  Anyhow, on the 9th of June I was about to drop and drag a file to the drive when I noticed that the G-drive wasn’t mapped.  Odd.  Perhaps it had been turned off, so I turned it on.  It gave me the electronic equivalent of the little engine’s “I think I can, I think I can” before conceding that actually it couldn’t.  Things were attempting to start and whirl, but not much was happening despite the fact that the blue power light was on, suggesting that the power was fine.

So I search out the details for logging a support case with Lacie.  I am confronted with a web page.  How does one spell “whheeeeegggrrrruuunnntttweeeee” sounds coming from a hard drive I wonder to myself.  But I explain that the blue light comes on, it attempts to start, and then fails.

Two days later I get a response.  My favourite line was “When you power the drive on, does the drive have a light on the front?”.  Oh dear.  I can already tell that I’m in for a splendid experience.  So I reply, answering the questions, sometimes having to thank him for his suggestion but as my model doesn’t have that feature, I can’t look/test as he has asked.

He concludes that it could be the power supply unit and says that he will arrange for a replacement.  Excellent, what a relief.  An envelope here, an envelope there, and Bob’s your Uncle as some might say.  I ask what information Lacie needs from me in order to replace the power supply.  6 days later comes the response.  Break neck speed.  Don’t hurt yourself.

I reply same day and then have to wait 12 days for an RMA to be raised, and to be given the Lacie address where I need to send the potentially faulty PSU off to.  12 days.  To raise an RMA.  I have gone from irritated to angry at this point.  Almost an entire month has elapsed and all I have is an RMA number and an address.  So I mail off the item and state in my response that 12 days is dismal and, given the nature of the task, inexcusable.  You can imagine the response.  “Thank you for your patience.”  The web equivalent of “your call is important to us, please continue to hold and we’ll be with you shortly.”

Three weeks later I contact Lacie again.  Naturally through the web page.  Because that is just ideal.  It cannot possibly take three weeks for the mail service to deliver the part to another UK address, have Lacie acknowledge receipt and then ship out a replacement.  Can it??  Well it takes 12 days to raise an RMA, so at this point I’m not sure.  So I ask the question.  Apparently the replacement part was sent out two weeks prior, i.e. within a few days of me sending mine off.  There are obviously no SLAs around case closure time as Lacie didn’t tell me that they’ve received my failed PSU, didn’t tell me that they’d sent a replacement, and didn’t contact me to see whether that solved the problem.  So, as best as I can tell, they don’t much care either way.

So, the replacement was obviously lost in the post.  And here, good reader, is where we really come unstuck.  They send it via regular post so they can’t track it.  So I suggest that they send another replacement.  Silence.  No response.  Four days later I advance from angry to ‘red hot with rage’.  So I ask again for them to get back to me with an update.  Or a replacement.  But my expectations were falling with every passing moment.  So then I decide to reach out to their COO.  I email him.  No response.  Wonderful.  I see that we have a massive cultural problem with apathy that starts at the top and goes all the way down.

So then I take to contacting Lacie – by that marvellous web page, naturally – every day.  Another week passes.  And then I move in to my final anger phase:  white.  hot.  rage.

It has been two months.  For a simple piece of kit to go from one street in London to another.  Pigeons manage it.  So I post one final message stating that after seeking (free) legal advice – true – they are in breach of the test of ‘reasonableness’ with respect to honouring their warranty agreement, and that I would be progressing through legal channels unless the case was resolved within a week.

Silence.

So I track down Lacie’s phone number, and ask to speak to their legal department.  I get put through to Finance.  The lady on the phone sounds sweet.  Pleasant.  I explain my situation and the fact that I will be taking Lacie to small claims court.  A bluff, of course, but when the stick didn’t work I had to upgrade the weapon.  Yes, I could have purchased a replacement myself, but this is hardly just or reasonable, and having spent money on the drive and subsequent postage, I’m not feeling inclined to inject one red penny more into their dis(organisation).

Bless her, the Finance lady put me through to the UK Country Manager.  Who couriered out a replacement that same day.  Only it was for a different unit and wouldn’t fit.  That was a fun phone call.  They sent out another power supply unit.  For yet a different hard drive.  Variety is the spice of life.  Third time is the charm and I finally got the appropriate power supply to add to my nursery.  Only – and here’s where you reach for a stiff drink – the underlying problem wasn’t caused by the power supply unit as the drive still won’t power up.

So then I trot over to their offices myself, hard drive unit (and power supplies, plural) in hand.  The technician attaches the devices to a power supply and his computer, turns it on and then hits Refresh on My Computer.  Again.  Again.  It has been a long time since I did my A+ Hardware certification, but I still remember that there is more comprehensive troubleshooting available than this.  But I watch with broken bemusement.

Looks broken he assures me.

Yes, thanks for that.

Can’t you try a different enclosure and see if that’s the problem?  Rather than just throwing the unit – and my data – away and giving me a replacement.  Which is, of course, a refurbished disk.  Excellent.

“I suppose I could”, he says.

“Having waited for 8 weeks for a replacement power supply unit, I’m afraid that I must insist on more troubleshooting than this.” I say, maintaining stready eye contact.

Begrudgingly he sets about trying to find another unit.  At this point I am told that they will do what they can and call me later that afternoon.  When they did, it was to report that the drive still wouldn’t power up, so therefore it’s an issue with the disk unit itself, not the enclosure, power supply etc.  I can only trust that the full troubleshooting was done.  They don’t usually troubleshoot; if it’s not the power supply they simply replace the unit.  Which seems like a no-muss, no-fuss solution (except in my drawn out case) but hardly seems like they’re doing much to keep their customers happy.  After all, it’s not like a printer where any printer will do.  Data is data and may not be stored elsewhere and you’d think that there would be some kind of data recovery option.  But, no.

Right, so they now have my drive, the power supplies, and I have nothing.  On Monday I received an email stating that the disk was being sent off for repairs and that it would be delivered back to me after the repair.  I reply immediately seeking clarification, as I had already been told that it couldn’t be repaired and that it would be replaced.  Four days later I’m still waiting for a reply.

So, where in the world is my drive unit?  Somewhere in France, apparently.  And after calling the UK Country Manager I am told that ‘repair’ means that they are installing another hard drive into my enclosure.  Or I might get a different enclosure and hard drive.  I am, of course, fully expecting that they will insert a new hard drive into my old enclosure, not test it, and it will arrive dead because the problem was in fact something to do with the enclosure after all and my original drive was fine and yet destroyed (securely, one hopes).  That would be just my luck.

I am never buying Lacie gear again.  The UK Country Manager has been very helpful indeed.   But I refuse to do personal business with a company where either of the following is true:

1.  I only get something resembling service if I happen to speak to *the* right person in the entire company.

2.  The culture of customer service is so lacking that people dealing with customers don’t escalate issues and follow through.  Ignoring customers is not a solution.  It simply means that I’ll ignore you, too, in the future.  It’s not like there aren’t dozens of other manufacturers to choose from.

Well Knock Me Down With A Feather

June 9th, 2009 | 1 Comment | Posted in Uncategorized

My 1TB external drive has died.  I’m a one-woman volume and performance test team, that’s what.  It’s a Lacie 1TB USB 2.0 drive designed by Neil Poulton.  Not to name names, of course.

So I’ve logged a call with Lacie as I only bought it in October last year and it is therefore still under warranty.  Hopefully it will be a clean fix, or a straight forward swap of the broken part for one that, you know, works.  Nothing is really lost if the data can’t be recovered because it’s either on the NAS (purr, purr) or in the cloud courtesy of Mozy.  But still, it would be painful to have to pull everything down and across and repopulate a new hard drive.  Not as painful as not having a backup, mind.

Have you ever heard of such a wretched run of bad luck?!

What’s the Point?

May 13th, 2009 | 4 Comments | Posted in Uncategorized

I recently spent some time trawling through the spam that this blog attracts, which was a rather funny experience, actually.  Some seemed to be the result of headbutting the computer keyboard repeatedly and hitting ‘Send’.  Perhaps a tough day at the office.  We’ve all been there.  I’ll let these ones slide.  Bless.

Then there were the obvious posts about a certain ‘V’ drug.  That kind of spam is really rather boring and cliche now.  Time to move on.  Surely there are some new and exciting discoveries from the Amazon that you could share instead?  Or minerals from the previously-unexplored ocean bottom that could cure me of my morning irritability for only £1,000.  I would have at least thought about it before hitting ‘Delete’.

I was rather surprised to discover a large number of ‘maybe you’re not spam?’ comments.  Ones that make you stop, squint and ask yourself if this person is simply lacking sleep, or if the automated spam system that they’re using can’t yet tackle adverbs.

But the pièce de résistance (assuming that this post doesn’t trigger a tsunami of new contenders) was a recently received email spam.  I was in rather lofty company as I looked at the distribution list.  Board members.  Top executives.  And me.  Most flattering.  Especially when you consider that I wasn’t on the distribution just the once.  No sir, that would be far too easy.  Every possible email address variation had been put forward, such was the sender’s desperation to reach me.  And not even so that I could be informed of my windfall from a distant relative’s death, payable in to the bank account that I must provide details for.

So all of this does beg the question….why?  Can’t think of anything else to do with yourself than send some inarticulate splatterings to a stranger, neither requesting nor expecting a reply?  Read a book.  Make some friends.  Learn a language.  (It wouldn’t be totally out of place to suggest – based on spam received to date – that you start with English)

What a strange world we live in.

Yes, I’m Alive

February 19th, 2009 | 5 Comments | Posted in Blog Admin, Personal

To be clear, it’s not that I don’t like to write.  It’s just that there has been a lot going on.  Firstly, I no longer work in Innovation and am now the CIO for Savings, Investment and Protection.  I did a lot of preparation for the interviews, so I’ve been able to hit the ground running.  And haven’t stopped since.  But I’m deliciously happy.

Speaking of things delicious, I have become a self-appointed master chef.  Last week it was chorizo and prawn jambalaya, this week ropa vieja (beef slow-cooked for 4 hours with stock, herbs etc), the week before that it was BBQ ribs.  Before that, king prawn chilli spaghetti.  And somewhere in there I discovered a recipe for chocolate muffins that sounded sinful.  So naturally 12 of those appeared on the table in no time.  This weekend I’m trying roast quail.

The NAS situation.  Resolved.  Netgear sent me my recovered data on brand new disks, in a brand new chassis, couriered to my door.  And somewhere in transit, the motherboard on the chassis broke, but was displaying broken-power-supply type symptoms, so we replaced that part.  You can imagine how defeated I felt, but couldn’t help but laugh at this exceedingly comical unfolding of events.  Anyway, Netgear were – as always – marvellous, and a few shipped items later I have a shiny happy NAS just purring quietly in the corner.  With data replicated on an external hard drive.  And in the cloud.  And on my laptop.  Once bitten, excessively shy, it would seem.

Picking up the blogging reins again this weekend.  Much to say.