FNL, assholes at large, and scale mail is a squirrel's best friend
Oh, Riggins boys. Billy kept Tim's sign up in the yard. They just make my heart so glad I could cry.
And then I have to go read thisisbone's big Dean/Tim SPN/FNL crossover again, because if it's possible for anything to make my heart gladder than Tim Riggins, it's Dean and Tim.
Ah, the Internet. All sorts of little social microcosms trapped neatly in their glass tubes for the viewing.
What's one good way to tell someone's an entitled asshole? Hint #1: When they tell you the best way to get what you want from others is to be as condescending and controlling as possible.
Take, for example, a recent Consumerist post, with advice on "How to Mind-Control Customer Service Reps." You may note that nowhere in the introduction are there any guidelines about when these tactics are particularly useful, necessary, or appropriate. An example circumstance is finally given at the end, and although in that case the tactics are not unreasonable, one gathers from the air of the whole piece that the writer thinks this is how all customer service reps should be treated all the time.
And when a couple folks who clearly have worked call centers or customer service jobs dare to speak up and suggest that maybe it isn't always necessary to act like the person you're talking to is completely useless who needs to hop to when you say "frog" in order to get what you want, they of course get jumped on.
I've probably said it before here, but I'll say it again: hell with national service - I think everyone should have to work a waitressing/retail/service job of some kind so that they know what it's like being at the beck and call of others -- so that they can then turn around and know how to treat the next person when it's their turn to be at the bottom. The old adage about winning more flies with honey than vinegar is, by and large, true. Sometimes you have to pull out the vinegar (or the stick, to jump metaphors); sometimes you do run into byzantine corporate structures, or people who are incompetent or petty, but by and large, people will be more willing to go out of their way, bend the rules a little, make that extra phone call, if you treat them like a person rather than an automaton.
Thus concludes my rant for the month. . . .so now have some squirrel armor.
Hell on Wheels -- Hells, yes. People, just say no to the roly bags. Especially as carry-ons.
And in amusing fannish news, here's the email I got from my flatmate today:
so, i was writing an email to two of my members today... wrote "dear john and dean..." and then had a SPN moment
and it's YOUR FAULT
To which, I can only reply: \o/ My work here is done.
And then I have to go read thisisbone's big Dean/Tim SPN/FNL crossover again, because if it's possible for anything to make my heart gladder than Tim Riggins, it's Dean and Tim.
Ah, the Internet. All sorts of little social microcosms trapped neatly in their glass tubes for the viewing.
What's one good way to tell someone's an entitled asshole? Hint #1: When they tell you the best way to get what you want from others is to be as condescending and controlling as possible.
Take, for example, a recent Consumerist post, with advice on "How to Mind-Control Customer Service Reps." You may note that nowhere in the introduction are there any guidelines about when these tactics are particularly useful, necessary, or appropriate. An example circumstance is finally given at the end, and although in that case the tactics are not unreasonable, one gathers from the air of the whole piece that the writer thinks this is how all customer service reps should be treated all the time.
And when a couple folks who clearly have worked call centers or customer service jobs dare to speak up and suggest that maybe it isn't always necessary to act like the person you're talking to is completely useless who needs to hop to when you say "frog" in order to get what you want, they of course get jumped on.
I've probably said it before here, but I'll say it again: hell with national service - I think everyone should have to work a waitressing/retail/service job of some kind so that they know what it's like being at the beck and call of others -- so that they can then turn around and know how to treat the next person when it's their turn to be at the bottom. The old adage about winning more flies with honey than vinegar is, by and large, true. Sometimes you have to pull out the vinegar (or the stick, to jump metaphors); sometimes you do run into byzantine corporate structures, or people who are incompetent or petty, but by and large, people will be more willing to go out of their way, bend the rules a little, make that extra phone call, if you treat them like a person rather than an automaton.
Thus concludes my rant for the month. . . .so now have some squirrel armor.
Hell on Wheels -- Hells, yes. People, just say no to the roly bags. Especially as carry-ons.
And in amusing fannish news, here's the email I got from my flatmate today:
so, i was writing an email to two of my members today... wrote "dear john and dean..." and then had a SPN moment
and it's YOUR FAULT
To which, I can only reply: \o/ My work here is done.