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I feel deserted in every sense of the word. When it wants to be, New York can make you feel smaller than an ant. I also feel like the only person on the island, with everyone else being these delusions who only exist as cardboard cutouts...obstacles in the way of my destination or satisfaction.
Maybe I'm only pissed that the inept saleswoman at Macy's forgot to put in the 40 dollar splurge shirt I bought, my favorite purchase of the day. Maybe I'm pissed in the lack of caring that exists here.
Or maybe I'm pissed at the man who tried to get me fired today. Since I refused to give him some sample bags because we were making 500 bags for a children's group, he insulted me, said I had poor customer service and left. Then he came back demanding a refund because I had such bad customer service, that he was a regular customer and that people always gave him extras because he spent so much money. So my manager caved and gave him some bags and tried to explain to him that it wasn't my fault, that they weren't being given out to the public. But this guy had it out for me. He kept pointing out my poor customer service. He said he was taking a customer service course and I failed it.
Now normally I would say that this guy is a fucktard who was looking for a problem the second he walked in the store.
But instead I feel more and more isolated against a city that not only doesn't give a fuck about me, but will go out of its way to make me hurt, bring me down, make me sick.
What is not helping is the fact that there is a party tonight and none of my friends are answering their phones so I can see if they're at the bar yet.
Not even my boyfriend picks up his phone when I call.
Deserted. On a fucking island.
Maybe I'm only pissed that the inept saleswoman at Macy's forgot to put in the 40 dollar splurge shirt I bought, my favorite purchase of the day. Maybe I'm pissed in the lack of caring that exists here.
Or maybe I'm pissed at the man who tried to get me fired today. Since I refused to give him some sample bags because we were making 500 bags for a children's group, he insulted me, said I had poor customer service and left. Then he came back demanding a refund because I had such bad customer service, that he was a regular customer and that people always gave him extras because he spent so much money. So my manager caved and gave him some bags and tried to explain to him that it wasn't my fault, that they weren't being given out to the public. But this guy had it out for me. He kept pointing out my poor customer service. He said he was taking a customer service course and I failed it.
Now normally I would say that this guy is a fucktard who was looking for a problem the second he walked in the store.
But instead I feel more and more isolated against a city that not only doesn't give a fuck about me, but will go out of its way to make me hurt, bring me down, make me sick.
What is not helping is the fact that there is a party tonight and none of my friends are answering their phones so I can see if they're at the bar yet.
Not even my boyfriend picks up his phone when I call.
Deserted. On a fucking island.