this was going to be a comment in amanda's journal, but it seems too long and angry and off topic.
i know this is my second comment, but after rereading your post a 2nd time, i got even more pissed off.
"you're supposed to say thank you" my ass! what is wrong with our society? when before gratitude meant something, and was often expressed in a very meaningful fashion with a simple "thanks," now people feel cheated if we don't express gratitude for things that we did not ask for, and often are not given of their own volition. if she wanted the clothes that she was to buy, she had to give you her method of payment, in this case a credit card. what justifies gratitude? she is not going out of her way to make your life better. in fact, she is being a pain in the ass. thanking her would be akin to the spanking scene in "animal house." you know, "thank you, sir, may i have another?"
another example of this horror that is permeating our society is the instant gratitude i receive every time i pick up the phone. "thank you for calling star great lakes," well, i kind of had to if i wanted to find out when the shows were. "thank you for calling domino"s," like when i want pizza, there's a chance i'll call dunkin' donuts instead. "thank you for calling the deja vu," hey, i don't want your thanks, i want a lap dance!
i'm not saying that i believe that the employees of these fine establishments are to blame, they're just trying to pay the rent. and, as those of us who have worked in retail know, they have a very set script to follow. i simply feel that whoever is responsible for these scripts, and by association the very destruction of what culture our nation has left, should be tied to a 1985 buick in bad need of a tune up and dragged through the street at 15 miles per hour for 6 hours at a time while smiling school children pelt them with rotten fruit and neil diamond records.
so, my dear friends, the next time someone thanks you because their job depends on it, let them know that your heart goes out to them. explain to them that it won't be long, no, not long at all, before the revolution comes and our culture will be back where it belongs- in the hearts and minds of our great nation's young people.
and, on the occasion that someone sneers at you for your lack of fake gratitude when they hand you $10 for a sweater worth at least $30 before the sale, money that goes not into your pocket but to the heartless corporate machine, explain to them that you are simply trying to make an hourly living. tell them that you aren't particularly grateful for their service, you get paid either way, and that you do not wish to lie to them by saying that you care whether or not they buy the goddamn sweater.
and then, when you get fired, i'm taking your job.
sorry, i couldn't resist.
no, but seriously, this thing pisses me off.
"you're supposed to say thank you" my ass! what is wrong with our society? when before gratitude meant something, and was often expressed in a very meaningful fashion with a simple "thanks," now people feel cheated if we don't express gratitude for things that we did not ask for, and often are not given of their own volition. if she wanted the clothes that she was to buy, she had to give you her method of payment, in this case a credit card. what justifies gratitude? she is not going out of her way to make your life better. in fact, she is being a pain in the ass. thanking her would be akin to the spanking scene in "animal house." you know, "thank you, sir, may i have another?"
another example of this horror that is permeating our society is the instant gratitude i receive every time i pick up the phone. "thank you for calling star great lakes," well, i kind of had to if i wanted to find out when the shows were. "thank you for calling domino"s," like when i want pizza, there's a chance i'll call dunkin' donuts instead. "thank you for calling the deja vu," hey, i don't want your thanks, i want a lap dance!
i'm not saying that i believe that the employees of these fine establishments are to blame, they're just trying to pay the rent. and, as those of us who have worked in retail know, they have a very set script to follow. i simply feel that whoever is responsible for these scripts, and by association the very destruction of what culture our nation has left, should be tied to a 1985 buick in bad need of a tune up and dragged through the street at 15 miles per hour for 6 hours at a time while smiling school children pelt them with rotten fruit and neil diamond records.
so, my dear friends, the next time someone thanks you because their job depends on it, let them know that your heart goes out to them. explain to them that it won't be long, no, not long at all, before the revolution comes and our culture will be back where it belongs- in the hearts and minds of our great nation's young people.
and, on the occasion that someone sneers at you for your lack of fake gratitude when they hand you $10 for a sweater worth at least $30 before the sale, money that goes not into your pocket but to the heartless corporate machine, explain to them that you are simply trying to make an hourly living. tell them that you aren't particularly grateful for their service, you get paid either way, and that you do not wish to lie to them by saying that you care whether or not they buy the goddamn sweater.
and then, when you get fired, i'm taking your job.
sorry, i couldn't resist.
no, but seriously, this thing pisses me off.