My name is Joules and I’m addicted to Instagram

My husband and I just got iPhones on Saturday night and I’m already addicted to Instagram.

I’m pretty sure that the Instagram thing has already gone from super cool to totally lame now, but I don’t even care. I love it so much – and not just regular love… more like that big, sloppy kisses kind of love.

I feel a little guilty about having googly eyes for Instagram, because using the snazzy pre-set filters feels like cheating to me. I mean, I actually took photography classes in college, learned how to develop my own film and regularly make Photoshop my bitch – it’s just too easy to pick “1977” and have an awesome picture!

But just like everyone else out there, I totally jumped on the Instagram bandwagon. And I’m pushing my guilt away and going for it, because it just feels too good to appreciate the beautiful sky of a cloudy day again.

Here’s what I shot so far:

The very first photo I shot — my baby was asleep so I chased my dog around.
This is my sister, Katie. I think we were talking about cannibalism and she said “I wonder what people taste like?” before biting into her sandwich. Yup, she’s obviously related to me.
This is my brother, Jason. I’m kind of obsessed with this picture and totally want him to make it his facebook profile shot.
This is my husband (Travis) and baby (Jack) — we were at a wine festival and they decided to take a little nap.
It is really odd to me that my siblings can drink, especially considering that I was 12 when my brother was born. FYI – this is not a full pack o’ siblings, we’re missing my sister Kelsey.
This is Jack, trying to crawl over his daddy. Unfortunately he doesn’t know that he can’t crawl yet.
This is Jack if he were a cop.
This is a rainbow we saw on our way home… I told you I was out of control with the pictures!
My friend and her son (you may recognize her from Live Wonderstruck…)
Me and my boy
Jack’s first shoes. Yes, they have tiny little skulls on them because he’s badass.

If you’re interested in following me and keeping track of my way, way, way too many Instagram shots in a day, you can find me under the username pocketfulofjoules.

A Quick Update

Okay, so first off let me start by saying that this isn’t a real blog post. And for that I’m sorry, I really am. But a fake blog post is better than no blog post at all, right?

I’d been doing so well with my regular posting but this week had been nuts, or if I want to try and pretend to be cool… it’s been ‘cray cray’. Um, I think I used that correctly…

Anyways, I’ve been totally swamped with work, life and more work this week. Which is especially odd since Monday was a holiday and I only had two actual days of work this week. However, one of my favorite freelancing clients contacted me yesterday morning with a job on a tight deadline and of course I accepted it.

So, in the last 24-ish hours I’ve: painted patio furniture (HUGE sunroom reveal coming, hopefully after the weekend), taken care of Jack, done 5+ hours of freelance work (still more to be done tonight), answered emails and made plans with friends, did actual WORK work and will continue to do so until 5pm today, went to Walmart and chatted with a random lady for THIRTY minutes about her experience with preemies from 20 years ago, was nominated for the Versatile Blogger Award, and also got some food and sleep in there.

That’s my excuse for no real blog posts this week, but I promise I have lots of them coming up!

In line to be written about/posted is:

  • My huge sunroom changes on an extremely small budget.
  • Cancer mole update and scar healing progress (in response to questions)
  • Freelance project thoughts: taking on more work takes time away from the baby, is it worth it?
  • The Versatile Blogger award – huge thanks for being nominated and my project of nominating other people and answering some questions.
  • Possibly an update on the Great Grapes Wine Festival this weekend (if I get a chance to go)
  • Things that rocked about this week — including Jack going in the pool for the first time and using a brand new fluffy pillow.

So once again, sorry for not posting but stick with me because lots of fun is coming up soon!

 

 

 

 

The Line Between Good Customer Service & Being Creepy

Earlier this week I had my first staff retreat  at work – which was basically a ½ day seminar on customer service, followed by a make-your-own fajita bar and cake. All in all, not too shabby of a way to spend a few hours.

Obviously the cake was the winner of the day, but the training presentation was actually pretty interesting. We had a speaker from the Ritz Carlton Leadership Center who spoke about their customer service practices that lead to them winning the Malcolm Baldrige National Quality Award (which is apparently the most awesome award in ALL THE LAND for performance excellence).

Many of their customer service practices are pretty great, with them encouraging staff to go ‘above and beyond’ with every single guest. However, there was a point in the presentation where I started imagining how it could easily cross the line.

For example, they encourage their staff to call guests by name and to use the guest’s name three times in conversation to have the highest level of satisfaction. In addition to this, they make sure that their staff keeps a file on each guest so that they know their spouses name, children/pet’s names, anniversary and birthday dates, and miscellaneous preferences.

So, this sort of makes sense in theory… but isn’t a little weird too? You know, in this world of identity theft and weird stalker dudes, we’re supposed to be flattered when the random receptionist at the hotel knows our kid’s name and that he just had a birthday?

I was wondering if I was being a little oversensitive, but a colleague of mine confirmed that when he recently checked in at a Ritz and they said, “Good morning John! How was your flight from Baltimore? I hear it’s raining there this morning,” it was just a little creepy.

Maybe I’m a bit too cynical. Or possibly it’s just because I’m not in the age range of their typical guest. I certainly don’t have the kind of money to throw around on their more impressive suites. And if I did have the money, I’d use it for something other than a fancy hotel room.

Perhaps an older, richer guest may be thrilled with that extra attention that shows they care? Since they’re the winner of the extremely prestigious service award, they must be on to something, right?

Anyways, make up your own mind. Here’s an example given in the presentation to show how they give fantastic customer service:

The guest is out of their room and the maid comes in to clean. While she’s cleaning, she notices that a button on one of the guest’s suit jackets is loose. The maid takes the initiative to get the jacket fixed – she takes it downstairs to the tailor, has the button repaired, and returns the jacket back to the room with a note saying that it’s been mended.

Is this awesome customer service?

One side of me says, yes. Absolutely! They fixed something that I didn’t even know was broken. I’m a busy, rich person and I don’t have the time to deal with that sort of thing myself. So I appreciate that they did it for me.

The other side of me says, heck no! What if I had accidently left my jacket behind and ran back to the room to grab it in time for my meeting? But instead of waiting there for me to grab, the maid had taken it out of my room without my permission! The audacity of her – if I wanted the jacket fixed, I would have taken care of it myself!

What do you think?

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