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Lost and Found

Lost

Paul Shaw

Found

After Dad died, we had to clear his house and get it ready for sale. In doing so, I came across this little pouch.

This Old Pouch

As you can see, it was old, perished and dishevelled, and inside was it a broken Illinois pocket watch. The pouch and the watch very nearly ended up being disposed of, and at the last minute I decided to hold onto them. I made a few enquiries, and after parting with more money than the watch was worth, I had it fixed. It worked, after a fashion, ticking loudly and keeping time for several hours before needing winding up again.

Illinois Pocket Watch

When I learned that my proposal to speak at the 2013 Illinois State HR Conference had been accepted, I knew what I was taking with me as my timekeeper. An Illinois watch going home to Illinois, there was no other choice. The talk went well and I finished on time.

Lost

As I packed my bag for the journey home it dawned on me I hadn’t seen the watch for a while. In between carrying the watch around with me, I’d been keeping it in a particular place in my room and it was no longer there. I turned the room and my bag inside out and upside down twice. I unpacked and repacked everything. The watch was no longer in my room. I checked the bar area where we’d been the night before, I called the restaurant we visited and spoke with friends at the conference and the hotel reception, and asked people whose cars I’d travelled in to check for it. Nothing. The watch had disappeared. Despite having only had the watch in my possession for a short while, in that moment I felt sick at losing it. I wasn’t sure but I think it must have simply slipped out of my pocket at some stage. What a crappy way to end a fantastic trip you might think. For a while, I certainly did.

Found

As I said my goodbyes and au revoirs to everyone I also set to reconciling my feelings about the watch. And it all boils down to this. Less than two years ago I didn’t know the watch existed. We lost Dad, I found a watch. I lost a watch, Illinois found a watch. Susan gave me a ride to the airport and I went home, happy that in a round about way, the watch had come home too.

Footnote

My friend Vandy made an offer to paint pictures of precious artefacts for people, so I got in touch and she kindly painted a picture of the watch for me.

 

 

Stuck in the Middle

In a previous life circa 1990, back in the days when customer service was a bit of a misnomer, I worked in PC World, Guildford. Typically at that time, each customer who brought something back would be gently interrogated and dissuaded from trying to return a product. We were trying to hold onto our revenue, and often the consequence of this was unhappy customers.

Delivering Good Service

During a very busy period – I volunteered to run customer services (my colleagues thought I was nuts), and I shifted the balance a little. Instead of dissuading the customer from getting a refund, we adopted a new approach to returns, refunds etc. If someone brought something back which had cost £50 or less, it didn’t matter if it was broken, unwanted, faulty, whatever – we just gave them their money back. Staff had the autonomy to get the simple stuff done without continually checking in for permission. No arguments – no fuss.

Did some customers take advantage? Probably. But our approach kept the returns queue short and left us time to deal with the bigger stuff, and got many satisfied people back into the store shopping again. This wasn’t how we were supposed to do it according to the manual, but there was nothing sneaky about what we did, and it worked. An early example of Proceed Until Apprehended.

Delivering An Empty Box

I recently ordered a product online. The product was duly shipped to me and last week, I took delivery of a small package from my postman. Unfortunately – the package was all I took delivery of, the box having been forced open and the contents removed somewhere between the dispatch depot and my front door. As soon as I realised that all I had was an empty box I ran after the postman on the slimmest chance that the contents had somehow fallen out of the box and into his bag. No such luck, so I got on the phone to Royal Mail.

The guy on the phone at Royal Mail did a fantastic impression of someone who couldn’t give a shit about customer service – and reluctantly gave me a complaint reference. He wouldn’t do any more other than inform me that I couldn’t make a claim because I am not Royal Mail’s customer. Maybe I got unlucky and got mr grumpy drawers, but it felt to me like I was dealing with an organisation that affords its staff no autonomy to resolve issues – this guy was just going through the motions.

Disappointing though this is – I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. In a recent Daily Telegraph article about Royal Mail’s employee engagement results, Steve Hawkes writes, ‘Less than four in ten [employees] support Royal Mail’s “strategy and direction”, under a third feel “valued and recognised” while 14pc claim to have been bullied or harassed in the workplace, mainly by their immediate line manager.’ Hardly the kind of working environment designed to foster a sense of accountability and ownership eh?

In fairness I did try tweeting Royal Mail who were much more helpful via this channel than over the phone, although in the end I got no further forward as I realised the package had been shipped initially by TNTPost, and delivered by Royal Mail, who then advised me to approach TNTPost.

The guy on the phone at TNTPost said it couldn’t have happened at their end because Royal Mail refuse to accept ‘tampered with’ mail from TNTPost. Nicely sidestepped.

Here I am, stuck in the middle (someone should write a song about that…).

I have since been in touch with the seller and it looks like they are going to resend the item and try and claim the cost back from TNTPost. Based on the response I extracted from TNTPost – I wish them good luck.

Deliver Me From This – Please!

So what are we left with?

1 – a customer who is pissed that his goods are missing someone has opened his post and stolen from him

2 – a pair of fulfilment companies – with a failed fulfilment somewhere in the chain

3 – a supplier who seems willing to have another go with no certainty that they are going to be reimbursed

It looks likely that somewhere in among TNTPost and Royal Mail, my goods have gone missing a theft has occurred. Yet because both companies choose to shrug their shoulders, and point fingers, it’s the people at either end of the chain who get yanked (pardon the pun).

The value of the stolen missing item is only £30. It comes to something when two huge, profitable companies can’t create an environment where employees can exercise  common sense to resolve a simple issue like the one I’ve just described. If employee engagement can be experienced meaningful ways, I think one of these is the way a company encourages its people to serve others. HR could and should always have this in mind – how do we add greater value? I think part of the answer is simply this: Through cocreating excellent service.

Ups and Downs

I spent the weekend in Snowdonia with my Brother in Law, Steve. It was fabulous. We were there primarily to climb Mount Snowdon and had originally planned to head West and walk up the Rhydd-Ddu Path and down the Snowdon Ranger Path, but the weather on Saturday was murky and damp so we decided against Rhydd-Ddu which has some ridges we figured might be a little too demanding in the wet given our inexperience. Instead we were advised and decided to climb the Pyg Track – a much busier climb on the Eastern side of the mountain. We were rewarded with two very different experiences.

Ups – The Pyg Track

The Pyg Track is an 11km walk that ascends 723 metres. It is mainly rocky and at times, we had to scramble up a few short sections. On our ascent the weather rolled constantly through light rain, drizzle, fog and sun.

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The Summit

You arrive at a wide ridge shortly before the summit of the mountain, and here things changed. We could see two different weather systems fighting along the ridge. To the East where we had climbed, the mists swirled, and to the West, the wind blew and the sun shone. We were treated to some spectacular views – enhanced by the ever changing weather.

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Downs – The Snowdon Ranger Path

As we began to descend it became clear things were going to be very different. At 13 kilometres this path is longer than the Pyg Track and it descends further too – a total of 936 metres. It is a much wider path and is less rocky, but still very steep in parts. The biggest difference is the view of the mountain itself. This path is much quieter than the Pyg Track and on our way down we kept stopping to look back at the spectacular view of the mountain.

View of Mount Snowdon from the Snowdon Ranger Path

Once we reached the foot of the trail we thankfully had to stagger just a few metres to the bus stop and wait briefly to get picked up and dropped back in Beddgelert where we were staying at the excellent Plas Tan y Graig Guest House. That evening we enjoyed a lovely meal in the village bistro before a very deep sleep.

A fantastic weekend in great company and thanks to a twist in the weather, we enjoyed very different perspectives of a truly beautiful place.