back to Lyon...Briefly
Yes, I am back, packing up my room and tying up loose ends (selling my refrigerator, closing ma compte bancaire). My vacation was amazing. I laid out on some of the most beautiful beaches of the world, and I loved every minute of it. I'm pretty sure I ended up with a minor case of sun poisoning, but apart from that, my tan is lovely. I'll write detailed entries about my trip later (after I return home), as I really don't have the time right now.
Customer service in this country sucks. People in stores don't give a damn about any of their customers; more often than not, sales associates act like the customers are merely an annoyance, getting in the way of more important work, rather than the very reason they HAVE A JOB IN THE FIRST PLACE! Now, I'm not a rude customer. I'm not one of those people that walks around behind employees in stores throwing around all the clothing they've just neatly folded. In fact, I often fix random things that have fallen off of hangers through no fault of my own. I don't pitch fits when something doesn't go my way, and I don't try to take advantage of refund policies. I'm normally exceedingly polite. All I would like is for someone to treat me with a little courtesy when I'm trying to purchase something from them. I'd even settle for someone to turn around and acknowledge my existence after I've said, "Excusez-moi" in a kind voice three times (with appropriate pauses in between). For those of you who are wondering if it's just my accent that makes people think they can ignore me, it's not. The bastards treat their fellow Frenchmen just as crappily as they treat me. After a series of upsetting encounters today at the mall, I became so upset that I had to retreat to a corner of the parking deck and cry. Granted, I'm a little emotional and stressed right now anyway, but still, when has a sales associate in the US ever brought you to tears?
At least the banker who met with me this afternoon to close my account was friendly and helpful. I guess customer service here isn't completely nonexistent, just very hard to find.
Customer service in this country sucks. People in stores don't give a damn about any of their customers; more often than not, sales associates act like the customers are merely an annoyance, getting in the way of more important work, rather than the very reason they HAVE A JOB IN THE FIRST PLACE! Now, I'm not a rude customer. I'm not one of those people that walks around behind employees in stores throwing around all the clothing they've just neatly folded. In fact, I often fix random things that have fallen off of hangers through no fault of my own. I don't pitch fits when something doesn't go my way, and I don't try to take advantage of refund policies. I'm normally exceedingly polite. All I would like is for someone to treat me with a little courtesy when I'm trying to purchase something from them. I'd even settle for someone to turn around and acknowledge my existence after I've said, "Excusez-moi" in a kind voice three times (with appropriate pauses in between). For those of you who are wondering if it's just my accent that makes people think they can ignore me, it's not. The bastards treat their fellow Frenchmen just as crappily as they treat me. After a series of upsetting encounters today at the mall, I became so upset that I had to retreat to a corner of the parking deck and cry. Granted, I'm a little emotional and stressed right now anyway, but still, when has a sales associate in the US ever brought you to tears?
At least the banker who met with me this afternoon to close my account was friendly and helpful. I guess customer service here isn't completely nonexistent, just very hard to find.