Customer Service Sucks

When will people realize that when you are nice the person doing you a favor, you will get more out of that favor?

I witnessed it today. A person comes into a store and wants the manager to honor a price that was mistakenly placed on the box. It's funny how quickly someone finds the limits to their authority when you piss them off. My manager had all the knowledge and authorization needed to help the customer. However, the more she bitched the more things he realized he just couldn't do.

Believe it or not, the customer service reps want to help you. Without you we have nothing to do. It's when you take out your anger with the company on us that we lose interest in anything you need. We are not trying to piss you off. We are human and make mistakes...we aren't trying to steal your money. I'll one up this:

I am not trying to piss you off. (Until you piss me off, then I don't give a damn.)

I am not trying to steal your money. (I am a human who makes mistakes. It is possible to miscount.)

I would love to help you, but stupid people make me angry. When I'm angry you are not what I care about.


Moral: Be nice to the customer service rep and you just might get what you need. Piss off the customer service rep and you will lose.

simple, silver circle

To many people it's just a ring. A ring that I wear everyday, without fail. A ring that I have worn since I was a sophomore in high school. Not in the least bit ornate, just a silver ring.

To me however it is a promise. A promise made before God, the witnesses in the church, and my family and friends. A promise that I will treat my fellow women with the utmost respect, that I will hold fast to greater virtues than my fellow man, and that I will abstain from sexual intercourse until I am married.

Any promise made comes with a cost. For in promising the last I made a vow to live my life alone and only pass through the most trivial of relationships. I made a promise that barred me against finding what I want because no one abstains from sex when they can find it anywhere. When 199 out of 200 girls are saying yes why waste time with the ones who are saying no? I heard of studies that say marriages where the people waited until after there vows to have sex usually end in affairs so the people can see what else is out there. A person can't even be said to have a friend of the opposite sex without people claiming that they are sexually active with one another. In a world where it is so common, how can a girl find someone who will rise above the rest.

You never see someone change their disposition so quickly as when you tell them no. I've had men ask me to go get a room after knowing me for twenty minutes. I've been propositioned twice without having even exposed myself. I've had a pending realtionship die in twleve hours. I've even had a guy congratulate me for my commitment one moment just to try to talk me out of it the next. But why would I want any of them to begin with? Why would I even bother to long for a man who has no respect for me? I don't. My anger comes from it constantly being the same problem. From being perceived as piece of meat and not getting any respect becaue so many women prior to me have allowed him to believe that this is the way it should be.

• I'm tired of living in a world where a guy get a pat on the back for disrespecting girl after girl.


• I'm tired of living in a world where women are the only ones held accountable for the amount of people with whom they had sex.


• I'm facing the fact that because I refuse to put myself out there that most men won't bother to waste their time with me.


• I'm facing the fact that since sex is the key to a good relationship in this world that the men who do bother with me won't stick around for long.

I'm trying to cope with being and staying alone, because even though I feel the full weight of this small, silver ring on my left hand I won't rescind my promise.

Another eventful day...yeah, I should be so lucky

Boredom.

Pull item out of the box. Make sure it is the correct item. Make sure the correct amount was sent. Check this product off a list of hundreds. Set it aside to be put on the sales floor. Next item.

Do this over and over again. Get interrupted by unimportant phone calls. Return to the checklist slightly irritated.

Boredom.

A customer. Try to take care of them as quickly and as cordially as possible. Attempt to return to the checklist.

Get interrupted by a solicitor. Realize that you are not in the mood. Wonder where a "NO SOLICITORS" sign would best fit in the window. They go away.

Boredom.

Return to the checklist with even less motivation. Dream about a dream job. Wonder why this job so completely unstimulating. Shrug yourself out of the should-of-could-of-would-of mind set and accept your job for what it is...

Boredom.

Of all the things to interrupt my sleep...

why does it have to be stupidity? Well, actually the initial issue was a woman's inconsiderate decision. She got on the bus and decided that she wanted to make the bus driver's efforts of warming the bus completely moot by opening a window. Gee, thanks. And here I was thinking that I could make through one trip without my feet feeling like ice. She, however, was not the problem. They came when she got off the bus. The men who took her place were stupid. As I sit in the back of the bus -on one of the two seats that face the aisle- a man sits across from me. Following him are two other men who decided to sit on the very last seat that stretches across the entire back of the bus. The one across from me pulls out a black and mild -I thought that he had broken it and was going to try and repair it...I was wrong. He proceeds to empty out the contents in order to replace them with marajuana. Oh, goodie. I'm sitting in the middle of a drug deal. Then to completely display their stupidity they then go about asking each other the prices that they sell their cheese and wondering if each other are on pills because they can, and I quote, "get them any time whenever they want." Of course there always has to be one bigger idiot of the group. The man in the corner across from me had on swim goggles and was tweaking. He spent the entire ten minutes that they destroyed my morale with their presences switching back between rapping and speaking a monologue with barely enough space to breathe. Talking about how one of his dogs killed his cat, about the color of his dog, about wanting a new cat, about trying and not succeeding to pick up girls at a mall, and he kept trying to locate a mall where he can do whatever (probably deal drugs). All of this was background noise while his friend -the one with the marajuana- tried to make conversation with me. I don't want to talk to you, you're just as stupid as your friend.

Losers, they always flock to me.

There still are nice people in the world.

Everyday I catch the bus at the same time. Every day I fight myself to get up in the morning. And every day I grab a plethora of things in order to make it through the day. As a creature of habit, I realize that if I grab something that I don't usually bother with I end up forgetting something that I regularly get. Today I went for my lunch and a snack and ended up leaving my wallet.

I realized that my wallet was still in my house when I tried to get my money out for bus fare and nearly had a heart attack. Good thing for my the bus driver - who, let's face it, is a total flirt - is all about making sure that his regulars are taken care of. He allowed me to borrow $3.00 in order to get the bus pass that I needed. Then when I sat down on the bus another passenger, who shares the stop with me, went into her wallet and pulled out $5.00 and gave it to me. She said that it was in case I wanted to get lunch or something. She had left her wallet before and knew the feeling. Who would have thought that so many strangers would care to go out of their way to make sure a panicked, scatterbrain was covered for the day? Thank the Lord! There are still good people out there.

eventually the mask has to come off

So, there is this girl who decides to have a hymenoplasty, not because she wants to restore herself due to some back sliding she did in college. This really irks me. This girl is a "Western woman" of her own making. Raised under strict Muslim teachings in Birmingham, she lived her life without a backbone. Chopping up everything that she did to "all my friends were doing it...it was entirely accepted." Yeah, entirely accepted in the world of girls who have flings without thinking about the consequences. She takes birth control, becomes "sexually empowered" and sleeps with her boyfriends and some random guy from a party. All the while everytime she goes home she "plays" the devout muslim daughter for her parents. Praying five times a day, not listening to music, wearing her veil. She feels oppressed when she is in her parents presence. So, in the end she decides to agree to an arranged marrige to a Muslim in Pakistan? Why is that a good idea? She says that to do this is to be with a man who has the same beliefs as she does. No, it isn't. If she believed in the Muslim teachings so much she wouldn't be in the situation of having to recreate her hymen. She is doing this for all the wrong reasons. She has changed, not just strayed from her dad's teachings. She is a western woman. Living in the secular world and loving it. She says that she does not what to be "ostracized" from her family. She has already put a barrier there. She lied about her living situation for two years. She lived with her boyfriend, yeah boyfriend, no thoughts of marriage (which is against her strict Muslim upbringing). She stopped wearing her hijab, she was drinking, smoking, and sleeping around. All of this done with her hoping her parents don't find out. The only things that I can see for her future is her either abandoning her family to go back to her "western" ways or her killing herself to escape the oppression.

I am not knocking the Muslim world. I am not complaining about the male dominance. I am saying that she is chosing the wrong path. She needs to bone up and live her life the way she wants to. The Muslim teachings are not her beliefs. The only time that she claims them as her own is when she considers the pros of the marriage. All the other times she is "play[ing]" a role. What happens if her husband--who met her under the impression that she has not strayed from her beliefs--figures out a fraction of what she was into in college? She fears that her family could kill her if she doesn't bleed (honour killings are still justified), she could still end up dead at her husband's hand. You can't hide who you have become forever. Sooner or later every skeleton in her closet is going to be discovered.

grit my teeth and finish

I hate giving up on books without finishing them. On all the dozens of books that I have read in my lifetime, I can only remember giving up on three books. I will force myself to finish...I will try. Which brings me to today's point. I have decided that I would like to read a nice collections of books because I simply miss reading. A true geek, thank you. But I was reading a book already when I composed this list. Of course my review is premature and biased as I don't care much for athletes or football. The story centers around a displaced athlete and football jargon. I will finish the book, of course. His hormones are just really getting on my nerves. Between that and talk about the great game of Football Americano, I can't figure out where the story is going. It just this useless collections of words that isn't for me. I want it to end. I have better books to read.

I'm rolling my eyes at this book and I still haven't made it half way through. *sigh* This is so aggravating.