What? Me work?
Well, once again I make an attempt to help out the New Orleans economy, participate in a New Orleans event to help recovery, and in general make the efforts we wish everyone would make to help rebuild the city.
And once again I get slammed in the face by the general ineptitude and uncaring disposition of the very people that would benefit from these activities. Specifically:
I went down to the New Orleans Arena Friday to buy advanced Jazz Fest Tickets. These tickets can be used for entry on any given day of the weekend specified. The Arena web site, as well as the OZ web site and Ticketmaster web site all specified that as long as the box office is open, you can buy those tickets.
So I drive in from Baton Rouge, and as I approach the ticket office there is a handmade sign on the window. Only NCAA Tournament tickets to be sold today. This sign, hardly official, resembled those you would create if your child was selling lemonade on the curb in your neighborhood.
Needless to say, the sign did not deter me. Of course, I was furious, as this information was relayed on NO web sites or newspapers anywhere. So I ask the ticket counter agent for Jazz Fest Tickets.
Well, her reply was hardly perceptible. I mean, this is some low-wage useless worker who, once hearing my request, immediately processed the only piece of information that was relevant to her: I don't have to work. She told me no tickets were available.
My wingman Sean was already on the phone, looking up numbers to bail bondsmen, as he saw the rage intensifying on my face. I finally got a manager, explained to him what I wanted, and demanded he put some paper in one of the 4 unused registers, grab one of the many "employees" that were doing nothing at all except talking to each other or on the cell phone, and start printing some damn tickets. At first he was resistant, no doubt in part because of my attitude.
He finally gave in, then the real frustration came to light. He reaches in a drawer and pulls out PRE-PRINTED tickets for Jazz Fest. I mean, the damn tickets were already prepared for quick purchase. I made my purchases, said some unkind things to the "ticket clerk", then left.
THIS IS WHAT IS WRONG WITH NEW ORLEANS. I have to go down and basically BEG to spend money in the city, for a New Orleans event. And the very people that need this help, those behind the counter, can't see the light at the end of the tunnel. All this woman saw was an opportunity to not work. And THAT is the standard with New Orleans employees. Not everyone, but the majority of people that "work" in New Orleans have no concept of the term.
WAKE UP! Government help is not coming. No messiah is coming to rescue this blighted city. If you are at work, and you see that your coworkers are making life difficult for the very people that are trying to help you recover, it is your duty to kick them in the ass and wake them up and get them to do their friggin' job. Or, go down with the ship, with all the other rats.
Anyway, I got my tickets, didn't go to jail, and everything worked out ok in the end. ok.
And once again I get slammed in the face by the general ineptitude and uncaring disposition of the very people that would benefit from these activities. Specifically:
I went down to the New Orleans Arena Friday to buy advanced Jazz Fest Tickets. These tickets can be used for entry on any given day of the weekend specified. The Arena web site, as well as the OZ web site and Ticketmaster web site all specified that as long as the box office is open, you can buy those tickets.
So I drive in from Baton Rouge, and as I approach the ticket office there is a handmade sign on the window. Only NCAA Tournament tickets to be sold today. This sign, hardly official, resembled those you would create if your child was selling lemonade on the curb in your neighborhood.
Needless to say, the sign did not deter me. Of course, I was furious, as this information was relayed on NO web sites or newspapers anywhere. So I ask the ticket counter agent for Jazz Fest Tickets.
Well, her reply was hardly perceptible. I mean, this is some low-wage useless worker who, once hearing my request, immediately processed the only piece of information that was relevant to her: I don't have to work. She told me no tickets were available.
My wingman Sean was already on the phone, looking up numbers to bail bondsmen, as he saw the rage intensifying on my face. I finally got a manager, explained to him what I wanted, and demanded he put some paper in one of the 4 unused registers, grab one of the many "employees" that were doing nothing at all except talking to each other or on the cell phone, and start printing some damn tickets. At first he was resistant, no doubt in part because of my attitude.
He finally gave in, then the real frustration came to light. He reaches in a drawer and pulls out PRE-PRINTED tickets for Jazz Fest. I mean, the damn tickets were already prepared for quick purchase. I made my purchases, said some unkind things to the "ticket clerk", then left.
THIS IS WHAT IS WRONG WITH NEW ORLEANS. I have to go down and basically BEG to spend money in the city, for a New Orleans event. And the very people that need this help, those behind the counter, can't see the light at the end of the tunnel. All this woman saw was an opportunity to not work. And THAT is the standard with New Orleans employees. Not everyone, but the majority of people that "work" in New Orleans have no concept of the term.
WAKE UP! Government help is not coming. No messiah is coming to rescue this blighted city. If you are at work, and you see that your coworkers are making life difficult for the very people that are trying to help you recover, it is your duty to kick them in the ass and wake them up and get them to do their friggin' job. Or, go down with the ship, with all the other rats.
Anyway, I got my tickets, didn't go to jail, and everything worked out ok in the end. ok.
I am glad Sean was there with you and that there weren't any gumball machines.
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If we were to cleanse the city of idiots and self-important AH's, where would we send them?
Denham Springs?
Houston?
Easton?
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You can keep them. Maybe send them to St. Rose. Or Baton Rouge, we have room for more once "congress" is out of session.
I thought you were a fan of Jazz Fest. Don't abandon it like the Neville's did.
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Hey man! I just found out about this blog you have created this week and I wanted to send you a note. As a fellow pickle hater, I commend you for your plight against (stupid) restaurant workers. Apparently, you have extended your quest to cleanse New Orleans and the world of these characters to encompass all service workers and anyone who has to deal with a single member of real society. I am not your bro, and I certainly am more important than your unemployable "girlfriend" on the other end of that cell phone that is glued to your ear. And God forbid if you have one of those stupid ass earpieces on while you are supposed to be helping me. I swear if one more person stares straight at me as I approach them and then begin to talk into one of those things, I might have to see how far I can throw it. It is time for Darwin's Law to take hold and rid us of the plankton that has invaded the world and for that plankton to serve us as it was intended...as nourishment for us as higher species. In conclusion, as a new member of The Pickle, I would like to mention that the official name of the bookmark for your site on my laptop is "No Pickles - The Daily Life and Battles of the Legendary Brian Bordelon".
Later.
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