Ramblings from My Vacation
I just returned from a week up in Whistler, British Columbia. It has become my family's favorite vacation spot. The scenery is beautiful, and there's tons to do for the outdoors enthusiast. Soon to be the site for the 2010 Winter Olympics, it's known for it's outstanding skiing. In the summer, though, it's the holy grail for the downhill mountain biking enthusiast. More power to them, I guess. I happen to like my body in one piece, thank you.
The picture to the left is us standing in front of the breathtaking Nairn Falls (a short 20-mile trip--one way--from the Whistler Village).
I live in Puyallup, Washington. It's a small town that doesn't get much tourism (apparently traffic gridlock and our local daffodil princess have fallen short of expectations). Local businesses rely on repeat business if they want to stay in business.
Whistler, on the other hand, is a different story. Merchants there could almost certainly prey on tourists, and hardly feel the bite at all. There's a steady enough stream of tourists that with some decent marketing they could keep the cash registers buzzing with ease. Flying in the face of that logic, though, what really amazes me is the outstanding level of customer service that the vast majority of merchants provide. And largely from a 20-something year-old set of employees, no less.
My best guess: the vast majority of those working in Whistler are there because they truly want to be there. They came to Whistler to live the dream, and they're doing it.
You draw out the implications for customer service.
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