November 18, 2006


So, I was all set to post more travel-y goodness, but the gods have conspired against me. I have (just under) thirteen minutes to post, and really, that's not enough to write about any of our super fantastic travel adventures.

So, it will wait for another day...or two, because I am going out on a limb and guessing that I will not get up early enough to do any real blogging tomorrow, so Monday will have to suffice.

In the meantime, I just have to say that people suck. These two ladies wrote a two page complaint letter about me and sent it to the store manager. The said that I refused to help them (which is not true). They wanted some plants down from a shelf, and I told them we had the same varieties down on a lower shelf (most people don't bother to check first, so I wanted to make sure they didn't see what they wanted there). They started telling me about how plants are like people, blah, blah, blah. And they were sure they saw this variety that they were looking for up on the shelf. Fine. It sounded like they were looking at specific plants. So, I told them if they could just tell me which ones they wanted, I would be happy to grab the ladder and get them down. So, the one lady starts to tell me which ones. The other one grabs her and says, "Never mind, she obviously does not want to help us. We'll go somewhere else." The friends voice trails off confusedly, as she is being grabbed and dragged out of the deparment. I continue to work on hauling rugs, as I had been doing. They come back with a coworker of mine, who is a good six or eight inches taller than me, and can reach the top shelf without a ladder. He pulls down every single plant for them, which is apparently what they were after. Then, yesterday, my manager pulls me aside to show me the two page letter, in which they say i tried to dissuade them from wanting help, and refused to help them when they persisted. I told the manager my side of it, and she said that she would pass that along to the manager. She said that sometimes people are just assholes, which if you've ever worked customer service you already know. So, we will see what happens there. My manager also asked what the ladies were like, since they mentioned my hair color and said that I looked ill, and maybe that was the problem. Perhaps they had a problem with me, or rather the one had a problem with me.

Well, there's my vent. Now, I get to go, and do it all again!!! Yay! Here's hoping that people are in warm, fuzzy moods today.

Posted by raven at November 18, 2006 11:48 AM
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