Well, everyone, I’m back! After not writing anything for about a week, I figured I’d get back to work. We all some time to be with our family and loved ones. We shared some laughs, filled our bellies and some maybe even woke up in strange beds. Normally the winter holidays are a time of peace and joy, but I’ve been hearing complaint after complaint! Seems like everyone has something they need to get off their chest. Maybe you got a pair of red wool socks for Christmas or ended up kissing a someone with an obvious case of herpes on New Years. Whatever the case may be, today’s outrage is an open invitation. What outraged you over the last two weeks? I’ll get the ball rolling but, I invite everyone to join in. Hmm……………something that outraged me………to many to pick one. But lets go with customer service reps. So, I called my bank (yes, them again) inquiring about a suspicious charge and I’m understandably upset. So what does this trained professional do? SHE ARGUES BACK TO ME!!!!! TELLING ME I’M WRONG!!! WHAT HAPPENED TO THE CUSTOMER IS ALWAYS RIGHT??!!! So, I marched myself over to the local branch of a competing bank and opened me up another account. By next payday, I will be forever free of the uncivilized world of banking. So, I have that going for me. Now the rest of you. Please do share you’re outrage stories. I’d love to hear them. Until tomorrow, have a happy and a healthy. Oh and if you’re putting any money on the BCS national championship game, I like OSU to win. But College Football isn’t my thing. We’ll talk more when March Madness hits.
OUTRAGE ON PUMP #4!!!
Well, it was coming. I knew eventually I would be outraged by this and here it is. Today while purchasing a small juice to quench my thirst, I was “greeted” at the counter by one of the most wonderful people in the world: disgruntled gas station clerks. Now, I don’t want to generalize. I haven’t always had bad experiences with clerks. Most have been friendly and welcoming. We’ve all been on road trips and have needed directions at one point or another. Doesn’t it feel wonderful to be helped by a friendly clerk? It sure does. But today, here’s what happened. I went to the counter with my juice and she said “good morning”. But not in that helpful, friendly tone. So, she rang me up and I gave her a bill. The bill required her to do a little math and give me a couple of bucks in change. So, what happened? She gave me a look like I had run over a puppy over and over. She was disgusted that I gave her a bill requiring her to think. Hey, if you didn’t want to count, MAYBE YOU SHOULDN’T BE WORKING THE CASH REGISTER!!! If you don’t like your job, find another one that you do like. Don’t condemn the world to your eternal suffering. I don’t always love my job, but I still have to smile and do it. Anyone with half a brain can do it. But for some reason, cash register clerks at local gas stations feel that doesn’t apply to them. Kiddies, to avoid this fate, stay in school. Seriously. Learn how to do something, become a professional. Then, you might not have to pretend to be nice and force a customer never to return to your place of business.
