Wednesday, August 01, 2012
it's getting to the point where i don't even want to go to the convenience store in the morning to buy my little debbie fudge round power breakfast.
every morning our conversations go a little something like this:
him: how are YOU today? (always spoken in an overly cheerful fake voice)
me: fine, thanks.
me: how are you doing? (always spoken in an 'i really don't care but now i feel obligated to axe' voice)
me: ok thanks (as he hands me my change)
him: have a WONDERFUL day!
i cant' figure out if he was valedictorian of the convenience store customer friendliness class or if he's being sarcastic in a 'super de-duper!' Barney kind of way.
i suspect the latter.
one of these days i'm gonna slip him a thesaurus along with my money....lol
btw, mr wonderful day guy is in direct contrast to his co-worker who started slamming things around today because i returned a food order that wasn't what i asked for.
gurl, let me give you a piece of advice: i didn't yell, i didn't rave and i didn't swear at you. i simply told you it wasn't what i asked for and i wanted my money back. if you're going to take every issue as a criticism of yourself, you need to GET OUT OF CUSTOMER SERVICE PRONTO cuz it's gonna eat you alive.