the hate of customers.
I work a customer service oriented business. In fact, we're supposed to go "above and beyond" for our customers, and while I admit, I'm not the cheeriest person ever, I really do try to do my best to be patient.
Today was not one of those days. It started off okay. Unfortunately, there are a lot of drunks in this town, and I, unfortunately encounter them. I wouldn't care so much normally, but I really think it's horrible that you can't count five one dollar bills out and understand that it means, "FIVE DOLLARS."
My store also gets the crazies. They generally amuse us, and we talk with them and basically go along with whatever they do/say because it makes them happy and less apt to start a ruckus. It doesn't always work, but we try. So, for the past few weeks, we've had a lot of occurances of "god" in the store, and lots of updates about the weather and what the local law enforcement/fire personnel are doing.
I guess I shouldn't "complain," but I'm tired, and the past week was full of people who were impatient, unfriendly, and unfairly mean about things that no one can fix. I just really wish welfare reform would take place and some of these more "capable" folks would be forced to work and not just live off the state. But, hey, that's probably everyone's wish.
Outside of my frustration over incompetent drunk people today, I've actually been a rather happy person. I've been a little disappointed in a friend of mine, and been contacted by a person I've not talked to in about ten years. Overall pleasant.
Oh well. Maybe further into the weekend I'll have a more coherent entry for everyone to read...(or skim). Until then, I'm gonna just listen to my Gaelic Storm and enjoy the happy feelings that come.
Today was not one of those days. It started off okay. Unfortunately, there are a lot of drunks in this town, and I, unfortunately encounter them. I wouldn't care so much normally, but I really think it's horrible that you can't count five one dollar bills out and understand that it means, "FIVE DOLLARS."
My store also gets the crazies. They generally amuse us, and we talk with them and basically go along with whatever they do/say because it makes them happy and less apt to start a ruckus. It doesn't always work, but we try. So, for the past few weeks, we've had a lot of occurances of "god" in the store, and lots of updates about the weather and what the local law enforcement/fire personnel are doing.
I guess I shouldn't "complain," but I'm tired, and the past week was full of people who were impatient, unfriendly, and unfairly mean about things that no one can fix. I just really wish welfare reform would take place and some of these more "capable" folks would be forced to work and not just live off the state. But, hey, that's probably everyone's wish.
Outside of my frustration over incompetent drunk people today, I've actually been a rather happy person. I've been a little disappointed in a friend of mine, and been contacted by a person I've not talked to in about ten years. Overall pleasant.
Oh well. Maybe further into the weekend I'll have a more coherent entry for everyone to read...(or skim). Until then, I'm gonna just listen to my Gaelic Storm and enjoy the happy feelings that come.