I'm meant to be typing fic.
Must gripe first.
How rude is it when you're being served at a retail store, like say, TARGET, or Express, or Dillards or even the grocery store, and the cashiers or salespeople carry on a conversation amongst themselves like you don't exist? Am I the ONLY person that this bothers? At this point in my life I still have enough self restraint and concern for how other people perceive me not to be a total bitch and say, "Hello? Someone standing here? Someone spending money in your store? I exist, damn it!" When I am old, however, I have a feeling I'm going to be one hell of a bitchy old lady.
I worked retail in college. At Bath and Body Works, actually. In the beautiful downtown Irving Mall (Where people got shot two years in a row when I worked there) And we were trained to either involve customers in a conversation, or keep personal stuff that you needed to say 'til after the customer was gone.
Actually, the whole customer service industry has gone to hell in a handbasket. From the dead eyes that serve you at your favorite restaurant, to the kid at Sonic that hands you a diet coke with cola dripping all down the side, to those witches at the mall who talk about their 'boyfriend and how he's such a bastard' like you aren't there. I have had it. HAD IT. I'M MAD AS HELL AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE IT ANYMORE!
Whew. I feel better.
( Nolan's a dork. )
BOYS. *rolls eyes*
Must gripe first.
How rude is it when you're being served at a retail store, like say, TARGET, or Express, or Dillards or even the grocery store, and the cashiers or salespeople carry on a conversation amongst themselves like you don't exist? Am I the ONLY person that this bothers? At this point in my life I still have enough self restraint and concern for how other people perceive me not to be a total bitch and say, "Hello? Someone standing here? Someone spending money in your store? I exist, damn it!" When I am old, however, I have a feeling I'm going to be one hell of a bitchy old lady.
I worked retail in college. At Bath and Body Works, actually. In the beautiful downtown Irving Mall (Where people got shot two years in a row when I worked there) And we were trained to either involve customers in a conversation, or keep personal stuff that you needed to say 'til after the customer was gone.
Actually, the whole customer service industry has gone to hell in a handbasket. From the dead eyes that serve you at your favorite restaurant, to the kid at Sonic that hands you a diet coke with cola dripping all down the side, to those witches at the mall who talk about their 'boyfriend and how he's such a bastard' like you aren't there. I have had it. HAD IT. I'M MAD AS HELL AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE IT ANYMORE!
Whew. I feel better.
BOYS. *rolls eyes*
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