A weak moment
There are two people I work with (one in Illinois and the other in Florida) who really push my buttons in the angry, throat-punch way because they both think they're the only one on the planet who cares about the customer experience and the rest of us are put in their paths as obstacles to that goal.
Is it wrong of me to fantasize about putting these women at opposite ends of a dark alley and making book on who comes out alive?
edited to add: I actually like the Floridian (she can't help herself; she's tiny and blonde) so of course it's the Illinois-an (who turns out to be tiny and fake-streaked-blonde) I get to sit near for the next two days in a contentious atmosphere of how-best-to-serve-the-customer.
(maybe I'm just the anti-tiny and too red headed?)
Is it wrong of me to fantasize about putting these women at opposite ends of a dark alley and making book on who comes out alive?
edited to add: I actually like the Floridian (she can't help herself; she's tiny and blonde) so of course it's the Illinois-an (who turns out to be tiny and fake-streaked-blonde) I get to sit near for the next two days in a contentious atmosphere of how-best-to-serve-the-customer.
(maybe I'm just the anti-tiny and too red headed?)