Normally, both your asses would be dead as fucking fried chicken, but you happen to pull this shit while I’m in a transitional period so I don’t wanna kill you, I wanna help you. But I can’t give you this case, it don’t belong to me. Besides, I’ve already been through too much shit this morning over this case to hand it over to your dumb ass. –Jules, Pulp Fiction
Xmas time usually puts me in pretty good spirits. I really love this time of year in general, but there’s something about the Holidays that just gets me more in an “up” mood. So much so that dealing with your usual idiots and morons is made a little easier.
See, I really do want to help my customers. If I don’t, then I don’t stay in business. I like helping customers with just about anything, even if it’s finding something at another store. One, I get off on helping people. Two, it’s good for business.
But why, tell me why people have to come to me with attitude? It’s not like I’m asking for people to kiss my ass, just to be civil when talking to me about their question, issue or problem.
Lately it’s not even the customers, it’s the people in the Georgia office that are just fecking clueless. Not only are they clueless, but they have attitude. They tend to talk to me like you think someone would talk to a dog.
I’ve worked long enough and hard enough at my job that I’m pretty possessive about it. I’ve brought a lot to the company, I like what I do and I’ve been through far too much there to be dumped on by some new people.
I’m getting a little fed up with it all, and I’m firmly fixated on the 22nd. when I’ll be on my winter break for about a week.
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