Hey asshole, school started back last week. So, you know those little squiggly lines on the road and that sign that says 25 with the flashing yellow lights? That's a school zone. Sometimes, you go 20 in the school zone and sometimes, you go 25. But I don't know of a single school zone where you go 40.
So, I don't appreciate you riding my ass while I roll by at 25 and then pulling into the lane next to me and putting the pedal to the metal after you give me your middle finger and look at me like I'm the dumb ass who doesn't know what in the hell is going on.
You pissed me off first thing in the morning, partially by being an idiot, but more because you were trying to act like I should have been riding the "short bus" instead of driving, and you were clearly the one in the wrong. So, even though I know you did not get a ticket in the school zone, because I saw you speed off thinking you were all that, I hope you got a ticket later on in the day. If for no other reason than you ruined my morning.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
Jet Blue
So, let’s talk about this Steven Slater. If you don’t recognize his name, he’s the Jet Blue guy who went nuts, deployed the emergency exit slide, grabbed two beers, and got the hell off the plane AFTER he said the F word to a customer and basically quit via PA system on the plane.
Some are touting him as a hero, and some are saying those people who are touting him as a hero are being ridiculous. I can bet you the people who don’t think he’s a hero have never, not one single time, worked in a customer service industry. Because you know what? If you’ve ever dealt with customers on a regular basis, you’ve wanted to tell someone to F off about five hundred times. Hell, it’s likely you’ve wanted to punch someone in the face. Steven Slater probably took the high road by not punching the guy in the face.
But I think the point is missed. I heard some guy on the news talking. He was telling about how, now, people are out in the world deciding how they are going to quit their job. They are planning their own exit. He referred to a girl who said that the next rude customer she encountered was going to get a roach on top of their hamburger (where in the hell can you just come up with a roach?) and then she was going to walk out. This guy says that what Slater did was encourage people to act like fools and disrespect customers.
But what about the customers who disrespect workers? I’ve worked in customer service all my life, and I have been treated horribly by people who are total idiots. They are rude just to be rude. They think because I work in the customer service industry, I’m a loser—I couldn’t get a better job, so I started working in retail. And therefore, they should treat me like I’m a total imbecile. I’ve even had people throw shit at me. Yes, it has happened.
And guess what? Most of the stuff people want to yell and cuss at me about? It’s their own fault—they’ve overdrawn their bank account going to the casino or their now deceased parents didn’t plan their estate properly and their kids can’t get money out of their account. Or it’s something I can’t control anyway, so regardless of how much they complain, I can’t do anything about it.
In this case, someone didn’t follow the rules. And they got called out. Sounds like they deserved it to me. It makes me mad that everyone questions the results, but nobody questions the actions. I think people should recognize the ridiculous attitudes people have toward people who work in customer service.
Kudos to Steven Slater for not taking it anymore! Just because you serve the public doesn’t mean you should lay down and take it up the ass every single day.
Some are touting him as a hero, and some are saying those people who are touting him as a hero are being ridiculous. I can bet you the people who don’t think he’s a hero have never, not one single time, worked in a customer service industry. Because you know what? If you’ve ever dealt with customers on a regular basis, you’ve wanted to tell someone to F off about five hundred times. Hell, it’s likely you’ve wanted to punch someone in the face. Steven Slater probably took the high road by not punching the guy in the face.
But I think the point is missed. I heard some guy on the news talking. He was telling about how, now, people are out in the world deciding how they are going to quit their job. They are planning their own exit. He referred to a girl who said that the next rude customer she encountered was going to get a roach on top of their hamburger (where in the hell can you just come up with a roach?) and then she was going to walk out. This guy says that what Slater did was encourage people to act like fools and disrespect customers.
But what about the customers who disrespect workers? I’ve worked in customer service all my life, and I have been treated horribly by people who are total idiots. They are rude just to be rude. They think because I work in the customer service industry, I’m a loser—I couldn’t get a better job, so I started working in retail. And therefore, they should treat me like I’m a total imbecile. I’ve even had people throw shit at me. Yes, it has happened.
And guess what? Most of the stuff people want to yell and cuss at me about? It’s their own fault—they’ve overdrawn their bank account going to the casino or their now deceased parents didn’t plan their estate properly and their kids can’t get money out of their account. Or it’s something I can’t control anyway, so regardless of how much they complain, I can’t do anything about it.
In this case, someone didn’t follow the rules. And they got called out. Sounds like they deserved it to me. It makes me mad that everyone questions the results, but nobody questions the actions. I think people should recognize the ridiculous attitudes people have toward people who work in customer service.
Kudos to Steven Slater for not taking it anymore! Just because you serve the public doesn’t mean you should lay down and take it up the ass every single day.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Inception
Sometimes, when I watch a movie that doesn't have a definitive ending, I wonder if the writer/director/producer just couldn't decide on an ending or if they really wanted to annoy the audience. It annoys the hell out of me. I like an ending. One that is all wrapped up with a bow on top. Anything else just makes me mad.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Gift cards
I appreciate a gift card. Who doesn't? But can you take the extra five seconds to write the effing amount on the line on the inside? It will save me the five freaking minutes trying to pull up the website, find the right area to check the balance, type in the forty digit number, and scratch off the security code. I don't understand why nobody ever writes the amounts on the gift cards. I'm not trying to be an a-hole, but I'd rather not have the $25 gift card than have to look all of the shit up.
*This is not intended for those nice friends of mine who like to give me gift cards and always write the dollar amounts on the little enclosed cards. Please, keep THOSE coming.
*This is not intended for those nice friends of mine who like to give me gift cards and always write the dollar amounts on the little enclosed cards. Please, keep THOSE coming.
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Goodwill
So, I'm out shopping at the Goodwill. It's my normal weekend ritual. I have my discount card and everything. I've found a few items, and it's time to try them on. At this particular Goodwill, there is a row of dressing rooms with closet type doors that lock. You can't see feet or anything below them. They are always shut all the time.
I go down the row and discreetly turn the knobs to see if the doors are locked. If they're locked, someone's in there, and I go to the next one. Simple, right?
Nope. Some asshole was standing mostly naked in his dressing room and didn't lock the door. So, when I turned the door knob, it opened. It was only about three inches, and all I saw were this man's legs and his tightey whiteys. But he starts screaming in the store about who opens the door without knocking and what not. I told him the door had a lock, and if he was too stupid to use it, then that wasn't my problem. His wife or girl friend or whoever then starts yelling at him and asking him why he didn't have the door shut.
Apparently, he must have really thought I wanted to see his business, because he kept bitching the entire time he was in the dressing room. I had to let him know...look buddy, I have a husband, so I can look at his business all I want to, and he's thinner and younger than you are. It took all I had not to punch his 50 year old ass in the face. Or the junk.
I don't think he was exhibiting the attitude that Goodwill is all about. Stupid people should not be allowed out in the world. Not even for shopping at the thrift store.
I go down the row and discreetly turn the knobs to see if the doors are locked. If they're locked, someone's in there, and I go to the next one. Simple, right?
Nope. Some asshole was standing mostly naked in his dressing room and didn't lock the door. So, when I turned the door knob, it opened. It was only about three inches, and all I saw were this man's legs and his tightey whiteys. But he starts screaming in the store about who opens the door without knocking and what not. I told him the door had a lock, and if he was too stupid to use it, then that wasn't my problem. His wife or girl friend or whoever then starts yelling at him and asking him why he didn't have the door shut.
Apparently, he must have really thought I wanted to see his business, because he kept bitching the entire time he was in the dressing room. I had to let him know...look buddy, I have a husband, so I can look at his business all I want to, and he's thinner and younger than you are. It took all I had not to punch his 50 year old ass in the face. Or the junk.
I don't think he was exhibiting the attitude that Goodwill is all about. Stupid people should not be allowed out in the world. Not even for shopping at the thrift store.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Garage Sales
You know what is really annoying? I LOVE garage sales. True, that might be the annoying thing, like to my husband, but that's not to what I'm referring, at least now. Anyway, I LOVE garage sales. When I can, on Saturdays, I map out a route. I pick garage sales that are Saturday only so they aren't already picked over from Friday, and I stagger them based on start time so I get to hit a few right when they start. What else do I look for? Well, I look to see if they're selling craft supplies or designer clothes or things I might be interested in buying. But those are few and far between, so next I look at garage sales that are multi family or are advertised as huge.
So, when I get there, you know what I expect to see? I expect to see a HUGE garage sale. If you say your garage sales is five family, I expect all five families contributed a good amount of items to your sale. Unfortunately, a good lot of the time, it looks like the families contributed about ten items a piece, which really pisses me off. What, do you think if you get me there, I'm going to buy something? It's not the mall. When you only have two tables with some bric-a-brac on them, that's not going to cut it. You've just wasted my time. I could have been at the Jewish temple stocking up on the good stuff! Instead I've wasted 30 minutes, my gas, and for what? A BIG FAT LIE! A FALSE ADVERTISEMENT! A-HOLE GARAGE SALE LIARS!
So, when I get there, you know what I expect to see? I expect to see a HUGE garage sale. If you say your garage sales is five family, I expect all five families contributed a good amount of items to your sale. Unfortunately, a good lot of the time, it looks like the families contributed about ten items a piece, which really pisses me off. What, do you think if you get me there, I'm going to buy something? It's not the mall. When you only have two tables with some bric-a-brac on them, that's not going to cut it. You've just wasted my time. I could have been at the Jewish temple stocking up on the good stuff! Instead I've wasted 30 minutes, my gas, and for what? A BIG FAT LIE! A FALSE ADVERTISEMENT! A-HOLE GARAGE SALE LIARS!
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