Is all this technology just making processes even more complicated that they were?
I don’t know about you but I sometimes find maintaining the on-line lifestyle that has developed around us quite a challenge. My email seems to consist of a constant stream of on-line statement alerts from credit cards and bank accounts, requests for me to register on-line and ‘go paperless’ and demands from airlines for me to ‘check in’.
It would be interesting to analyze how much time we spend maintaining this type of stuff. And what did we do before all this on-line engagement? Drop into the bank to pay a bill. Stand in line at airports to check in with bulky paper travel documents that arrived in the mail weeks before. Write letters to credit card companies to tell them we had changed address.
On a recent trip back to the UK I spent a day dealing with personal admin that can get even more complicated when your life exists in more than one country. One item in the mail was a letter from the DVLA (The Driver and Vehicle Licensing Agency – the body in the UK responsible for issuing your driving license) informing me that my UK photo driving license was about to expire. The options were to rescind it as I no longer needed to drive; do nothing in which case it would be cancelled and should I drive in the UK after expiration I could face a fine of £1,000; or renew the license by confirming some personal details and providing a photo of myself that was less than 30 days old. This option was accompanied by a further stream of requirements – in the photo I should keep my mouth closed, not smile, remove my glasses if I wore them, make sure my eyes were open, ensure no-one else was in the picture, etc, etc.
There were two more options. I could acquire the required photo and mail it to the DVLA with the signed application form and fee of £20. Alternatively, I could visit a main Post Office where they would take my picture for me and electronically transfer the details to the DVLA. With this option there was an additional £4.50 charge but my application would be guaranteed as correct by the Post Office and my new drivers license would be with me in less than 7 days. I thought I would take this option and headed off to a main Post Office near me that I identified via a quick search on the web site detailed on the application form.
At the Post Office, I asked at the Customer Service desk and was directed to a booth with curtains around it. I felt a little uncomfortable about entering the booth but once inside I was faced with a high tech counter, a complex looking camera with a tracking system to adjust to my height and a pleasant Post Office clerk behind a glass screen who started to process my details. All was going to plan at this stage.
The time came to take the photo. The clerk tried to adjust the camera up via her control panel but it appeared to be stuck. ‘We’ve had a lot of kids in this week’ she smiled. ‘I think it’s broken!’ After a few more tries and the assistance of a colleague they reached the conclusion it was broken. I could now travel to another main Post Office (about half an hour drive away) or simply go back to the more conventional method – get a photo of myself and mail it in. I asked the clerk where the nearest photo booth was and she said she thought there was one in Tesco (the UK’s leading supermarket chain) just down the street. Slightly irritated, I set off to Tesco.
The Tesco store was an older, town center store. It was uncharacteristic of Tesco’s modern, 24 hour, out-of-town stores but I quickly found the photo booth. It required 4 x £1 coins, which was exactly what I had in my pocket. I sat in the booth, read the operating instructions and inserted the 4 £1 coins. The last coin was rejected several times and on closer inspection I realized it was a fake! I’d read in a newspaper on the plane that hundreds of thousands of fake £1 coins were circulating in the UK. They were made of lead and sprayed gold to resemble the real £1 coin. The problem was so rife and there were so many in circulations that most stores just accepted them as regular currency. The modern photo booth on the other hand was having none of it – its complex coin recognition technology was functioning perfectly!
I tried to eject the 3 £1 coins already accepted by the machine to no avail. It constantly requested me to insert another £1 coin that I did not have. In the end I got out of the booth and looked for the customer service desk aware that someone else could take advantage of my situation and enter the booth, add a £1 coin and get their photo done. A store assistant told me that there was no customer service desk in this older store and that I should speak to the operator on the far till. He was helpful and said someone would be with me shortly so I returned to the booth to guard against someone else jumping in. After 10 minutes or so, no one had arrived to help me so I returned to the operator. He looked apologetic and said he would be with me shortly.
I went back to the booth. Not wanting to be beaten by the booth or the fake coin, I looked again at the instructions and it appeared to say that I could have an option of just 1 photo instead of the customary set of 4 for just £1. Perfect! I only needed the one.
I started adjusting the seat so I was at the correct height indicated on the screen and pressed the green button.
‘Ready? Smile!’ a happy electronic voice announced. And with a flash it was all over
‘Smile’ I thought. I’m not allowed to do that according to the instructions.
It was then that I realized to my horror that I had selected an option obviously developed for kids. The £1 option was for a picture of my head superimposed on a range of cool backgrounds. In this case my head had been superimposed on a cartoon picture of a frog sat on a lily pad! As the delightful portrait was printing out, the store clerk arrived to assist me. ‘I’m not sure that’s going to work on my drivers license’, I said showing him the picture. He laughed.
Well, I’m not sure what the moral of this story is? I quite like our self-service, on-line world but I sometimes wonder whether all this technology makes the process even more complicated than it was before. All I can say is that my kids loved the picture of me as a frog. And the store clerk swapped my fake £1 coin for a real one and just dropped the fake one in his till to go back into circulation.
Steve

