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So, I try to never leave the house. I find staying at home keeps me happy and healthy and less stressed. Plus, if I go out then I have to put on makeup and brush my hair…it’s just so much to worry about. Okay, half-kidding here, but seriously, I’ve spent the majority of my life ripping and running about so it’s nice to be able to stay home a fair amount of the time. And today is a perfect example of why I like to remain on my sofa.
I got my hair dyed on Monday. While it looks pretty, it’s not what I wanted it to look like. So I got in my car and drove to Sally Beauty supply. It’s about a 15-20 minute drive, but I figured it was worth the extra time in the car during rush hour to get help from the experts.
I walked into the store and there wasn’t a soul to be seen. I could have robbed the place blind were I so inclined. I said, “Hello,” in a very nice voice and I got a, “Hey,” said back to me. And that was it. I still didn’t see a human anywhere.
So I said, “Can you please help me with some hair color?” She finally comes out of the back room and I explain what I’m looking for (which was a black hair dye with a blue undertone). She said, “I’ve never heard of that. Here use this.” And she hands me bright blue hair dye. I mean solid electric blue hair dye. So I explained I meant blue/black. (Every fuckin’ manufacturer in the world makes it.) She said, “Look, I’ve really got to get back to what I was doing,” and she walks away.
Moments later I hear her say into the phone, “Yeah baby. I’m back (insert grunt here). So, (insert gum smacking noise) what do you want for dinner?”
My head about popped the fuck off. REALLY? REALLY? That’s what kept you from being even slightly friendly or helpful? You are seriously getting paid to essentially tell me to go fuck myself while you sit in the back room, smacking gum and chatting with your boyfriend about dinner? I wanted to go in there and rip her head off and then shove it up her ass. Alas, I just stuffed my pockets full of expensive make-up and left.
KIDDING!!!!! I’m the kind of person who gives money back to the store if they give me a dime too much in change. But I’m telling you, she wouldn’t have given a rat’s ass if I had. What a hideous employee.
Then, on to my next stop: TJMaxx.
I had to return 2 rings. So I get in the return line, wait for almost 10 minutes, get to the front and the very polite girl says, “Oh, you have to go to jewelry to return it.”
Okay, fine. Not her fault and she was nice, so I was polite, thanked her for the help and went to the jewelry department.
Where I wait.
Finally after about 8-9 minutes a girl comes up and asks if she can help. She was very nice and smiley, returned my rings with no problem. And when we were done returning she asked if I wanted to see something else. I told her I’d scoped out a few necklaces and rings I wanted to see and was ready to try them on.
About that time a girl walks up to the counter and the chick who’s helping me turns around and talks to her for about 5 minutes about her shoes. NOT KIDDING at all. For fuck’s sake. Really? I’m sorry your feet aren’t happy. You poor thing. Mine aren’t very happy either standing here waiting on your rude ass.
Then she finished up her very important, “My feet are sore” conversation and I say, “Hi again, can I please try on a few of these rings?” At which point she turns around, walks to the other side of the counter and starts helping people who had just walked up that moment.
Yet again, WHAT THE FUCK????
Now, for those of you who don’t know me well, or only know me via my sass-mouthed blog, you may not know this, but I am polite to a fault. I mean ridiculously polite. I say excuse me when someone rams into me. I’m a please, thank you, you are welcome kind of person. I always say hi. I usually find a way to compliment someone when doing business because it’s nice to see a smile cross their face. So if you are thinking, “Well, maybe you should adjust your attitude, missy!” just know that I never have one in a store. I really am stupid friendly.
As such, I have no clue why people suck so much!!!! When I’ve worked with the public in the past I’ve done my very best to take care of their every need and make them feel respected and appreciated in the process. Is such an attitude unheard of anymore in customer service?
I’m constantly stunned by the lack of giving a shit so many people have about their jobs and the way the treat people while at them.
I don’t know about you, but I’m thankful every day that I have a job. And so I do my damnedest to do it to the very best of my ability, and 90% of the time with a smile on my face. (Trust me, sometimes it is SOOOO hard to keep my sass mouth at bay, but I do because I’m at work and it’s the professional thing to do.)
Might I make a plea to all customer service reps out there (and I’ve been one before, so don’t think I’m being all accusatory and talking out of my ass without understanding how hard of a job it can be): If you don’t like people or can’t fake that you like people–GET ANOTHER FUCKING JOB! There are plenty of jobs where you can sit in a cubicle and not deal with the public. Do that instead.
There is never any reason to be an asshat to someone, especially if they are being nice to you. I understand if someone is treating you like shit that it can be difficult to maintain your cool, but for the rest of us out there that are kind and treat customer service reps with the respect they deserve, can you please at least pretend to do your job?
For those of you who do that grinding job of dealing with the public and still manage to maintain your kindness…THANK YOU! I know it isn’t always easy, but people like me sure appreciate it. 🙂
That’s my rant o’the day!
Whew! That was exhausting!
Oh, and on top of everything my air conditioner died last night and it’s only 95 degrees this week. Ugh. Kill me! 🙂
I hope you guys have a good week.
Just Say No to dickheaded people. 🙂 Hugs! 🙂
If ONE MORE PERSON tells me that I’m not as good or pretty or alluring with black hair instead of the red-headed wig I use for author photos/book covers, I’m going to beat them about the head and shoulders with a bat. Wooden or aluminum? I wonder which one would hurt the most? Even if it’s true, who says something like that??? Were they raised in a barn? By wolves? HOW FRIGGIN’ RUDE IS THAT??? Last week some chick said (in reference to my book cover and author pic), “That isn’t YOU, is it??” No. I use someone else’s pictures. Asshat!!!!
So, I’ve included here a pic of me as a raven-haired girl (with almost no makeup and my hair not fixed) and one of my book cover pics. I tried to find a smokey-eyed pic of me with black hair, but in my normal life I don’t walk around seducing cameras like one does in a photo shoot. I think I’m clearly the same person. Granted, I sexed it up for the photo shoot. Fake eyelashes, eyeliner, red lips. But I don’t want to walk around looking like a hooker everyday, so in real life, I wear makeup, I just don’t paint it on.
I don the red-headed wig because I try to keep my day job separate from my authoring gig. People I work with don’t need to know my business. I only could have dreamed that the books would be as successful as they are and now that I’m out and about doing gigs, I always get a crooked look when I show up with black hair.
I’m pretty sure that for my next book, I’m going to do both the cover and the author photo with my natural hair and let the consequences fall where they may. Lindsey Lohan changes her hair color every 5 minutes. And while I’m no Lindsey (thank you God), I just don’t see why it matters so much.
Dang, I sound like I’m in a bad mood! I’m not really. Just tired of the same ole crap.