The “Don’t be a douche canoe” light is blinking!
As we go into yet another holiday season, many wonder how they can make the most of their interactions with sales associates and customer service reps. Well, let me tell you.
#1: Don’t be a fucktard. Now when I say this, I’m sure many are going “Who? Me? I am NOT! I just expect quality service and I have the right to demand it!” Well yes, you do have that right I suppose. However, if you’re going to demand it while treating the people who are trying to give you this quality service like second class citizens, you can expect second class service. While you have the right to demand quality service, we have the right to demand to be treated like human beings.
Speaking a someone who works with the public on a daily basis, I can easily express this. If a customer responds to my greeting with a smile and an upbeat attitude, I will gladly help them. In fact, I want to help them. They made my day a little nicer by being a nice person to me, so it’s only fair I try and make their experience in my store a nice one too. However, if my greeting is met with snark and an all around surly attitude, I really don’t want to give that person crap. I just want them to get the hell out of my store so their little black cloud goes with them. These people are a drain on everyone around them.
Personally, I believe anyone who comes to a Customer Service desk and throws their purchase on the counter like a petulant child should be responded to with having said item thrown right back at them and told to return when they can treat people decently. That person behind the counter did not sell that thing to you. They did not sneak into your house in the middle of the night and break it. There’s a pretty good chance they’ve never even laid eyes on you before. So why the hells are you taking your anger at your malfunctioning hookah coffee maker out on them?
Honestly, we just want to do our jobs and go home to our families just like you.
So, again… Don’t be a Fucktard.
So I’ve been thinking. Always a dangerous pass time for me. But I’ve been thinking about how much of my life I spend trying to be a part of something.
Think about it. We all do it. In fact it’s ingrained into our heads as we grow up. Join this thing or that thing. A sports team. The chess team. The drama club. The band. Whatever.
It continues into adulthood. By then you’re not so much pushed but you try to be a part of the group. Your department at work. The friends of your significant other.
The thing is, we join these groups of people believing the common interest will be able to provide us with a way to bond with each other. So we will feel like we belong with each other. Sometimes it works. Often times, it does not.
Growing up as someone who’s life was constantly changing, I constantly struggle with this. Most times I will join a group of people only to find the common interest is the only thing I share with the rest. While the rest of the group seems rather close knit, I am standing with them but not really a part of them. I am but an interloper on their close bonds. But I smile and keep trying.
It is said that we are all snowflakes. Unique in our own way.
I think I grow tired of being such a complicated snowflake.
So I decided to add an app to my phone that would let me blog away from home. Previously I would have done this on my laptop, but that died many moons ago.
The reason I did this is simple. I will have an idea, work out the wording in my head, think it’s pretty good, and then forget it all by the time I get home.
I would like to point out I added a “like” button as an option at the bottom of my posts. This way you can express approval without trying to find words to write a comment. Of course, your sharing options are still there. Yay rah.
I apologize now for any strangely worded sentences I may post in the future. While autocorrect is usually my friend, it’s not entirely Darth Bitch proof.
I think this is about as far as I’m going to get with the redo. My motivation lost steam somewhere along the line.
I’ve been concentrating on my work life mostly. I got a promotion that I’ve been working my ass off to get. I basically made it known from day one that I wanted to get to a certain position. When the opportunity presented itself, I jumped on it like a mouse on cheese. This, along with some help from the supervisor I will now be answering to, has most definitely panned out in a most excellent way.
Now I just need to work on going from part time to a full time position.
I have been role-playing again, but not as much as I was. I made it clear to everyone that I will not be nearly as embroiled in things as I was a couple years ago. I have a life now. I intend to keep it that way.
My extensive work hours along with events that draw us in different directions has caused me to not see my boyfriend as much as I would like. I miss him terribly. Hopefully things will work out so we can fix that problem.
I really do love him more than I can express.
So I’ve decided to give the page an overhaul. When I cobbled this together I was making it look the way I *wanted* to feel. While I’m no longer feeling nearly as depressed and such as I was then, I think it’s time I put something together that’s a better reflection of me.
Been lax in updating. Really haven’t been much in the mood to blog.
It happens sometimes.
I attempted to communicate with my ex. Again, everything was my fault. He will never ever share the blame. I’m just a terrible person and he is all that is wonderful and good.
He can go fuck himself.
Today was not one of my good days. It’s harder to battle my inner demons in the winter. The shorter days and cold weather (I hate the cold and snow) just make me want to curl up in my bed and never leave it.
I miss the sun.
Of course my job isn’t helping either. I was informed just this week that I was number one in my department. Then I was told how I needed to do more. I needed to work harder. Always need to work harder.
I will never be good enough.
Mom is very hyped up on her political activism right now. I’m proud she has the strength to stand up for what she believes in. I know she gets annoyed with me for not joining in. I’m not part of the solution, so I must be part of the problem. I just want to focus on keeping myself from falling apart right now.
Maybe I am the problem.
Most of my readers know I do what’s known as free-form roleplaying. Those of you who have no idea what the hell that means, think interactive storytelling. You’re writing a story with several other people. Each writer controls their character within this story, but helps add flavor to the overall setting as well. It can be quite mentally stimulating, as well as an exercise in trying to view things from other points of view.
Some people take to this interaction like a duck to water. With others it’s more of a learning process. But overall the goal is to have fun. If we become better writers, or help another become better at the same time? Well then yay!
I have seen through the years a number of people turning up their noses at others who don’t do things as well as they do. They sneer at the less eloquent players. Insist that they’re doing things wrong. That their lack of witty prose and such is somehow ruining their story.
To them I say… Kiss my ass.
I’ve been doing this for over sixteen years. Not as long as some of them, perhaps. But it’s long enough for me to know that not everyone does things the same way. Different people have different styles. If you want to write a fifteen paragraph diatribe just to describe your shoes? Well that’s fine. If you prefer things that are short and to the point? Well that’s fine too. Spellcheck is nice, but I’m fluent in typoese. At least you’re trying.
Of course there are some basic rules of the road that are just a matter of respect and courtesy for your fellow players. Things like… don’t dictate what’s going to happen to my character. It’s mine, not yours, so you don’t get to make decisions on it. Also it’s generally polite to ask others involved in a storyline before you jump in and join the chaos. Not rocket science.
Some lay down personal rules. ”In order to play with me and my characters, you must follow these rules.” To which I say okay. If that’s your preference, then I simply won’t play with you. I like to write in a way that is inclusive to nearly anyone.
I abhor snobbery and elitism in any form and in any setting.
And for those who are new and stumbling? All of us had to start somewhere. Nobody just dropped into the game and immediately knew what to do. There was a learning time. For some the curve is broader than others. They deserve to be treated the same way we wanted to be treated when we first arrived.
So, my point is, when playing a game where the rules are few and the styles are many and broad… Don’t be a snob.
So here I am, lazing about on my day off. I was just leisurely scrolling through my social media feeds when I came upon something. A friend of mine had a VERY unpleasant experience while shopping and wished to let the store know. I’ll share with you what she wrote.
“Last night, I shopped at the Ann Arbor, MI Toys “R” Us filled with rage. My 2-year-old son has been asking for a pony for Christmas every day for weeks now, so I went to find him a My Little Pony or equivalent. When I couldn’t find what I was looking for, I asked a clerk if she could show me where the ponies are and mentioned that my son really wants one. She immediately got in my face about how he doesn’t want a pony because they’re a girl toy and that I should buy him a teddy bear instead. I repeated that he’s been asking for Santa to bring him a pony every day, I was not interested in a teddy bear, and to please direct me to the ponies. She went on to argue and insist that I was wrong for about 5 minutes, and REFUSED to show me where the ponies were. I told her that children’s toys are not operated by their genitals and therefore EVERY toy is gender neutral. I then angrily ranted at her manager and another employee was kind enough to show me where the ponies were. Finally I was able to select 2 ponies for my son, who I can assure you will be thrilled to play with them. I should never have had to go through this much trouble to purchase a toy that my son wanted. Please help provide better training to staff, even those that may be seasonal, that not all children fit society’s gender expectations, especially at an age where they have no concept of gender.”
And here is the response she got from said store.
“Hi Moonbeam. We certainly do apologize for your recent experience. Your comments are valued and will be passed along to the appropriate teams for review. In the meantime, if you are in need of further assistance or would like to provide us with more feedback, please send us a private message. Thank you for taking the time to provide us with your feedback and we hope your son loves his ponies!”
Not much of a response is it? Very clean, diplomatic, and… empty.
I’ve never understood the whole “Girls play with these toys and boys play with these toys” concept. Let kids be kids and just enjoy playing. What they play with shouldn’t matter. So what if a girl wants to play with cars. Maybe she’ll become an awesome mechanic. That boy wants a babydoll? GOOD! Maybe he’ll grow up to be a better father than most of the assholes out there now.
And for those who think a boy asking to play with a Barbie means he’s gay and want to avoid that?
It does not matter what toys your child plays with. It doesn’t matter what movies they watch. If a child is gay, they will be so no matter what you do.
If you’re a homophobic fucktard that wants to rant at me about how being gay is wrong and blah blah blah… Just do us both a favor and leave this site. Never come back. I really don’t need your kind here.
Now, thankfully, I’m not fully becoming my mother. I still have a grip (even if it’s tenuous) on sanity. If I recall something differently than someone else, I will ask a third party. If I’m wrong? Well, I’m wrong. Whoops! So sorry. Let’s fix this, shall we?
No, what I’m talking about is other little things. Little things you pick up as a child from any parental figure and think “Oh I’ll never do that!” Twenty years later you realize you’ve done them. Not only have you done them, but you’ve done them more than once and you’re either mortified or horribly amused.
The number one thing I’ve caught myself doing? The Oscar nomination phone answering.
Remember when you were a kid and you were in trouble? Your mother is screaming at you. You’re absolutely positive that you’re going to die any minute now. She is going to kill you and nobody will find your body.
But then the phone rings.
Oh hallelujah the phone is ringing and she’s walking away from you to answer it. You’re saved for at least a minute. During this single minute you’re praying it’s not just a wrong number or a telemarketer. Meanwhile she has somehow undergone a transformation that not even Hollywood can replicate. Within 60 seconds she has gone from shaking with rage to a completely calm individual who has not one ounce of strain in her voice. In fact she sounds downright pleasant as she croons into the phone “Hello?”
And you become convinced your mother is not quite entirely human.
Everyone has that part of their brain that contains knowledge about things that they will most likely never use in their life. Mine is mostly filled by things that my exes have taught me. Here are a few of those things.
1. Anything to do with NASCAR. I have little interest in racing. I have occasionally watched it with my dad, but it’s not really my thing. Although, I must say the crashes are pretty damn cool.
2. Anything to do with chickens. This is technically stuff learned from a current boyfriend, but since this is the second time we’ve dated, he still qualifies. And while I now know more about the breeding and whatnots of chickens than I ever wanted, all I ever really needed to know was how to cook them in a nice alfredo sauce.
3. Anime with subtitles is translated more correctly than the dubbed over version. I really don’t need to know this. I’m not an anime fan. Some of it is fine, and whatever. But you’ll never see me foaming at the mouth over anything remotely related to anything animated. They’re cartoons, for the love of pete. And some of them take themselves entirely too seriously.
4. The time it takes to get through a level of Alien Vs. Predator on the Atari Jaguar. Who even owns one of those anymore? And it’s approximately 25 minutes, if you’re wondering.
5. Anything to do with the WWE. I can recall names of wrestlers and their costumes. Sometimes even their finishing moves. Honestly? Unless my brother is in the ring, I could give a shit less about it.
This is the price we pay when we get into a relationship with anyone.