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Customer service is really, really, really getting to me.
The whole Christmas is a time of goodwill and whatever else it was is total bullshit. Christmas and the time approaching Christmas is a time where customers get increasingly unreasonable and demanding (seriously, pointing to a flyer that says ONE DAY SALE SATURDAY ONLY and screaming in my face that it clearly says two day sale, saturday and sunday will just make me turn around, help the next customer and ignore you). Christmas shopping just makes everyone mentally unstable and abusive.
Just because we're serving you doesn't mean we don't have lives too. Just because we're a cashier or other form of retail slave doesn't mean that we're a failure and couldn't make it into university or get a "real" job. In fact, the reason most of us slave away at these menial part time jobs is BECAUSE we're in university, because as university students, you don't have TIME for a "real" job. Because we all know being a cashier is totally an imaginary job.
So anyway, the approach of the Christmas season has kick-started my swearing problem again. I thought I didn't have a problem anymore....it's only because I've never had a job before this. Except now my swearing problem is worse because I'm able to swear in two languages (sort of).
I need to finish writing that letter this week and hand it in and hand the other forms in. For all I've said about picking myself back up, my academic life is still in pretty bad shape. Post-grad studies are important and all, but I really. hate. school. I don't think I could go back to school without ending up killing myself or something. The worst part about it is being in life sciences, because all the emphasis in university is to go into research, and I really don't give a flying fuck about all that crap.
I wish I was a little kid again.
The whole Christmas is a time of goodwill and whatever else it was is total bullshit. Christmas and the time approaching Christmas is a time where customers get increasingly unreasonable and demanding (seriously, pointing to a flyer that says ONE DAY SALE SATURDAY ONLY and screaming in my face that it clearly says two day sale, saturday and sunday will just make me turn around, help the next customer and ignore you). Christmas shopping just makes everyone mentally unstable and abusive.
Just because we're serving you doesn't mean we don't have lives too. Just because we're a cashier or other form of retail slave doesn't mean that we're a failure and couldn't make it into university or get a "real" job. In fact, the reason most of us slave away at these menial part time jobs is BECAUSE we're in university, because as university students, you don't have TIME for a "real" job. Because we all know being a cashier is totally an imaginary job.
So anyway, the approach of the Christmas season has kick-started my swearing problem again. I thought I didn't have a problem anymore....it's only because I've never had a job before this. Except now my swearing problem is worse because I'm able to swear in two languages (sort of).
I need to finish writing that letter this week and hand it in and hand the other forms in. For all I've said about picking myself back up, my academic life is still in pretty bad shape. Post-grad studies are important and all, but I really. hate. school. I don't think I could go back to school without ending up killing myself or something. The worst part about it is being in life sciences, because all the emphasis in university is to go into research, and I really don't give a flying fuck about all that crap.
I wish I was a little kid again.