(A)s(I)nine

Of either a movie’s plot point or an economic talking point, automation repeatedly injects itself into our daily lives, and never seemingly in a good way. Charlie’s dad lost his job when the toothpaste factory created a machine to install the caps. Mr. Wipple destroyed his and his employees’ purpose and livelihoods by replacing every person with a machine. Interstellar wars became fully dehumanized after soldiers were replaced with bioengineered human facsimiles. And here at Easement Acres, infrastructure repair work orders become hindered by inaccurate reports.

AES, our local electrical company, decided to wage war on neighborhood trees, after having been called out for their inflated prices and subsequently ordered to refund their customer base some arbitrary percentage. I conclude that this triggered a scrambling to perform publicly-observable work to justify the price increases, which always seems to culminate in destroying peoples’ yards with lowest-bidder hired itinerant subcontractors. Knowing the demographic of my own neighborhood, I’m somewhat surprised that ICE didn’t make an appearance.

So after an afternoon of chainsaw-fu taking place, my internet cut out – conveniently timed with a sudden exodus of the aforementioned subcontractors from my property. As annoyance yielded to curiosity, having been now prevented from completing any additional office work for the day, I deduced what might have been the problem:

Yes, the cable line, including its protective conduit, had been severed completely.

An irritated call to my internet provider, Spectrum, (not that it was their fault), suggested that I might remedy the problem by rebooting my modem. Apparently that might magically fuse the line back together. I told the agent that the line had been cut, as I was rebooting the modem. He pointed out to me that he still wasn’t seeing a connection to my modem. I asked for a field tech to come out. He was able to dispatch one at 8AM the next morning.

Following this initial exchange, Spectrum felt the need to call me twice more, saying they couldn’t send anyone out. I reiterated that the problem was a cut line. The agents verbally acknowledged this.

In the meantime, having been forced offline, I began to ponder what the fix would require. The cable just needed to be spliced back together. Also, I had the tools to do so, having previously run coax through my attic and walls in order to attach a digital antenna to the TVs. How hard could it be?

The answer, as it would turn out, is: not very. Although I obviously didn’t posses the proper connectors required for outdoor waterproof applications, it wasn’t raining and a fix was better than no fix. I rummaged through my wire boxes and procured two twist terminations and a connector.

Crisis averted for the moment.

The next morning, a field tech arrived and notified me that he’s here to diagnose my modem. I told him the problem was a cut wire, and that I could not only show him where, but that I was certain it was the problem because my temporary fix had restored the internet. It was at this point that he informed me that customer calls are notated by AI, and that agents themselves can’t actually add notes. Not only had they turned over basic work order documentation to automation, but also prevented human intervention. This resulted in completely inaccurate information.

This goes well beyond basic outsourcing, which often has proven problematic due to language barriers and cultural differences. How AI is intended to supersede all human to human interactions is, I think, still a tad ambitious. Although, when I myself worked in a call center, I half-jokingly reflected on humanity’s historical relationship with indentured servitude with my peers, and that our job only existed for us because it couldn’t be forced upon others to do for free; and additionally, if it couldn’t legally be done with slave labor, it was still cheaper to pay us to do it than design and maintain a machine to.

Ambitious or not, demonstrated by my interaction with Spectrum, it’s nonetheless becoming the future too irresistible for employers.

–Simon

Bourgeois Booze

It’s funny – I remember a line in The Catcher in the Rye where the whiny social commentator protagonist reflects on the overuse of the term “bourgeois” and his disdain for those who use it. If memory serves, and I’m not looking this up to verify right now, it’s the adjective form of Bourgeoisie – the rising merchant middle class in France, which at the time was a new concept in their history of traditional peasant/aristocrat societal roles. Acting bourgeois was attempting to be aristocratic, sans-title, through money alone. It’s not difficult to find modern examples of this behavior, ergo the term’s continued prevalence today (though I doubt many who use the term could provide so eloquent a definition).

But like the whiny Holden Caufield, I agree with its overuse. Worse, we’ve dumbed down the pronunciation. “Bougie” is its contemporary variant, which I quite frankly find to sound uneducated, although that may be the point, seeing as the term is only used in the context of punching up. The well-off might suffer delusions of nobility, but the social elites have no need to acknowledge those beneath them at all. The term’s usage, therefore, appears to be reserved for those at the bottom, who berate those slightly above them for perceived snootiness.

A modern variant is the Yuppie, of which I myself have been previously accused. When you rise above, there’s jealousy by former equals, and in flow accusations of ostentation, no matter how seemingly benign. Oh well. I’ll file that away for future analysis after I drink this bourbon, which I’ve placed on our new home-made bougie Yuppie liquor shelves!:

I lamented just recently on how difficult it is to find well-made niche products, and how the better alternative is to instead build it oneself. This applied, unexpectedly, to some very basic shelving as well, which was needed to more efficiently store liquor that did not fit upon the cabinet with the rest. Some stained oak planks and mounting hardware solved the problem. Additional storage built. For storage.

…And maybe to display some of the nicer stuff. There’s the Bougie factor, I suppose. Guilty after all.

–Simon