Miss
me? Damn right, you did!
In my
hiatus, I have:
- · survived my husband’s deployment (I use the term “survived” EXTREMELY liberal, of course.)
- · gotten a full time job at a home improvement establishment (currently, I am slinging appliances.)
- · stepped down as leader of my daughter’s Girl Scout troop (my baby girl is growing up, *sniffle*.)
- · and also, managed to forgive a few people who didn’t deserve my forgiveness (however, I deserved the freedom from the hate stewing inside of me.)
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Now that I
got you all caught up, we can proceed to my regularly scheduled shenanigans…
Oh, how I
miss the days I was a lady of leisure.
Recently, I was sick with strep throat and remembered (between my
fevered bouts of delirium) how much I missed being home. Today was my first day back to work in nearly
a week. While I enjoy the people I work
with and the work that I do, I sometimes want to tell the general public to
suck an egg.
Anyone out
there that has ever worked with the public, especially in retail, knows EXACTLY
what I mean. Some people can be so
awful. You are probably thinking I am referring to those folks that yell and scream.
While I consider those people to be rather difficult, the breed of
customer I loathe the most would have to be the ones who have no regard for a
retail worker as a human being…mainly the ones that talk over you. I HATE that!
Last week,
this middle age couple came in. I hereby
dub them Mr. & Mrs. Magoo. I greeted
them like I would any customer and asked if I could help them. They said they had some questions about a
particular dishwasher.
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Mr. Magoo asked
questions about every single possible detail of the appliance. “Ummm, yeah…are the screws that bolt the handle
galvanized stainless steel? Who invented
the first dishwasher? What is your
mother’s maiden name???” Of course, I
knew the answers (and even if I didn’t I can sure as hell make it sound like I
do, *wink wink*). So I proceed to answer
and as I get a few words into my response to Mr. Magoo’s extensive shake-down,
the ever so lovely Mrs.Magoo interrupts me to ask me her own questions WHICH
SHE ALSO ANSWERS!!! Oh, I’m sorry, Mrs.
Magoo, would you like me to go away so you can sell your own appliance to
yourself. Shit people! Why didn’t you just order it online??
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It’s no
secret that I attract crazy people. I
don’t know if I make them feel at ease or maybe they are just attracted to
their own kind. I can deal with
crazy. I find it entertaining but, rude
is beyond my scope of tolerance.
Today, I had
the pleasure of dealing with this woman who needed help with a washer. For the life of me, I cannot understand why
someone would ask you a question and then try to convince you that you are
wrong. Standing in front of two washers,
she asks me which one has a larger capacity.
I show her which one is bigger (seriously, by .1 cubic foot) and she
proceeds to disagree with me. She says, “Look
in here. This one is bigger.” I try to contain my annoyance and try to explain
to her that it is not even a cubic foot difference. She continues to insist that I look inside
the tub. At this point, I felt that I
needed to humor her in order to move along in the sale so I agree that it looks
larger by telling her that that the tub is wider but more shallow. It seemed logical.
Dealing with
her was the least of the problem.
Shortly after, her friend walked up.
Guys, her friend
knew everything about everything! In
hindsight, I should have asked for the secret to universe. I’m serious!
Anything that the customer would ask me, the friend would chime in with
her own two cents. Once again, I hate to be
interrupted but, more so, I hate to be interrupted with inaccurate information. I just don’t have the patience to deal with the
Kanyes of the world today or anyday for that matter.
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This rambling
is done for now. When you are out and
about consuming and contributing to the economy, please remember that the guy
mixing your paint, the girl behind the cash register, the lady taking your
order, and the man working the customer service desk are fucking human
beings. Treat them as such. If you can’t go into an establishment and
show basic common courtesy, do us a favor and stay home and order your shit
online.
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