I Don’t Get Paid Enough to Deal with Rude People

I’ve talked about negativity and how much I dislike it a lot on this blog. Let me reiterate that: I hate negativity. Which is a negative feeling in itself.

Tonight I had a customer call (who called about 2 weeks ago for the same reason) to inquire about whether her ring was back. So I asked her a few questions like back from what exactly, what her name was and was it a layaway or repair to which she very rudely answered that it was a repair and then very snappishly told me that I should know where things are because I work there. I deeply regret biting my tongue because I was about to tell this bitch that I was asking her questions so I could gather where I should be looking to find out where her ring is.

Mind you, last time she called, she did not give me any specifics out right without my asking about where I should be looking for her ring.. It wasn’t there and I was under the impression that our jeweler had it (98% of our repairs are handled by our jeweler) and I told her this and she yelled at me that I should know where her ring is because I work there. Which, by the way, PISSES ME THE FUCK OFF. JUST BECAUSE I WORK HERE DOESN’T MEAN I KNOW EVERYTHING AND I ALSO DIDN’T HANDLE YOUR FUCKING REPAIR. I’m calmer at this moment than I was both times after talking with her, but I assure you all that this lady is a fucking cunt and I’m being very docile in explaining the situation right now.

Anyway, I looked in our repair book and saw that her ring had been sent to the vendor, which is OVER SEAS. Vendor repairs generally take between 6-8 weeks to return back home. This bitch’s ring has been out for 3 weeks. 3 fucking weeks and she’s HARASSING ME. So I told her the vendor has it and SHE FUCKING HUNG UP ON ME. No words. Simply *click*.

I fucking snapped.

I yelled “HELLO!?” into the phone even though I knew she’d hung up but I was half hoping she’d still be on the line. And then I said FUCKING BITCH. OOOOOOOOOOOO I wish she’d still been on the line to hear that. I cannot even BEGIN to explain how much this bitch pisses me off. She calls and harasses me like this all the time and then just fucking HANGS THE FUCK UP without saying anything while I’m still giving her information. ¬†ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!?!?!?

I swear to god, if this interaction had happened in real life, I might’ve lost my job. Like I might’ve hopped the fuck over the counter and beat a bitch. I told our LP guy the whole story and the entire time I was beating my fist into my palm because I was THAT angry. The utter disrespect and rudeness of this fucking bitch makes me sick to my stomach. Just because I work in customer service/retail doesn’t give you any fucking right to talk to me like that.

FUCK the “customer is always right” slogan. That shit is bullfuckingshit and we all know it. 9 times out of 10, the customer is wrong and I shouldn’t be bending over backwards to please their ignorant ass. I don’t get paid enough for this fucking shit.

Later in the night, a foreign man whistled for his wife to meet him in the front of the store. I was startled at first. Then he kept doing it. Quick and loud whistles as if it was summoning at a dog. I looked up and gave him a severe dirty look because:
1. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!??!!?
2. It was hurting my ears.
3. How fucking demeaning is that!?

Lastly, as I was walking into Meijer tonight, a foreign lady and presumably her daughter looked at me weird/kinda annoyed because they wanted to exit through the IN door that I was coming in. They have automatic doors with signs that say “DO NOT ENTER” if you’re going the wrong way (which they were) and “IN” for the right way. Again – ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!?!?!?!? Don’t fucking look at me like I’m on the one who’s doing something wrong because you don’t have enough brains to look at the signs on a fucking door.

Additionally, my boss was aggravated which did not create is a friendly work environment today. We were mostly silent and I’m okay with that because it leaves more room for me to think and keep to myself. But when we did talk, or rather SHE talked, it was to complain about various stupid things other employees did. I find this unprofessional.

The world was here to piss me off today.

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On Judgement and Unsolicited Advice

Let he among us
Without sin
Be the first to condemn

An excellent quote from my favorite musical, Rent. I’ve got various New Year’s resolutions that I’m keeping up with. Perhaps one that I didn’t formally declare to myself is to be more loving and open and understanding of people and not judge them at face value.

It’s not that I can’t comprehend or understand why people would be quick to judge others, because I have been one of those people. It’s easier to point out others flaws rather than look at your own and work on yourself and your problems.

However, it is worthy to note that when we make judgments on people, we do not know everything about that person or what that person is going through. And just because they choose to share varying degrees of information about their life or parts of their lives, does not at all mean that we as viewers know the full of story or should we ever assume that we do. Most people choose to share just a tip of the iceberg of their lives with others. Whether it be publicly, such as a blog like this, or privately and intimately with their friends and family.

To assume we know better than that person is false. While the actual idea of knowing better than them could very well be true, we are judging subjectively. We can never know a person unless we are that person. Even the most open of people still has secrets or parts they wish not to share with others. So while we may very well be better versed in varying parts of life than others, it does not mean others wish to bypass learning the lesson themselves.

Just because we can give advice, doesn’t mean we should. Unsolicited advice, especially when it comes in the form of criticism (constructive or not [I personally think “constructive” criticism is fucking bullshit]) is nearly never accepted well. Sure, it can make a person look at whatever situation they’re in objectively. But it can also ignite a firestorm that’ll burn many around them should they get too close during the heat. ¬†People don’t like to hear “the truth” or other people’s view points on their lives. It’s a fact of life. And who are we to give it to them? Everyone is here to learn their own lessons and their own pace, not be chided by their peers for making mistakes.

So before you decide to be someone’s “wake up call” maybe you should step back and think about whether that person is already aware of their problems and is working on fixing them.

Because Sex Sells

As an avid PostSecret fan and community member, I naturally gravitate toward similar projects. I’ve been playing around with the Whisper app on my phone for a few months now thanks to Alyza telling me about it. It’s basically the alternative to the once upon a time alive PostSecret app, which got killed because apparently Frank Warren wasn’t down for all the negativity that was happening on it.

Anyway, last night I posted a Whisper (secret) that was slightly sexual in nature. I’ve thought about divulging the exact contents of it, but that’s not entirely relevant. What is relevant, however, is the amount of attention I got from it. Within seconds of it going live, my inbox was flooded, and I mean flooded, with messages from men. About 80% of them were perverted in nature, begging to see and what not. The other 20% were more conversational and seemed rather concerned. Those were the ones I answered.

At any rate, I thought this was an interesting subject to talk about tonight. I’ve posted a nice handful of Whispers and none of them have ever gotten me any private messages, much less so many so quickly. I find it interesting that the minute I post one that’s even vaguely sexual, I’m still drowning in messages I can’t even get to because there’s 15 more coming in. I feel like this says something about our society. Maybe that we’re sexually deprived…or depraved.

I can’t deny that sex interests me. I deeply considered going into sexual therapy as my major in college while I was in high school. That said, I understand where these people were coming from, sending me these messages. Apparently it doesn’t take a lot to spark just a tiny bit of interest in people when it comes to sex. Truly. I’m genuinely still in awe.

Moral of the story? If you want attention, talk about sex. Because sex sells. Really.

From Ugly to Hot

I read an “article” today on Thought Catalog that was a compilation of people telling their stories of going from “ugly to hot” which really meant losing weight and how society treated them differently based on their weight loss.

The fourth story down made me cry.

I have experienced these exact situations and I totally understand where these people are coming from. It’s disheartening in a way, to see how shallow people really are. But it’s real and it happens and we have to deal with it. People are more willing to want to get to know someone if they are “aesthetically pleasing” in accordance to the current societal views of what aesthetically pleasing is.

I’ve gone through the phase of saying “if you didn’t give me the time of day when I was fatter, why should I give YOU the time of day now that you think I’m worth yours?” But the truth is that, again, people are shallow. I am in fact a shallow person myself, I’ll admit it. It’s just something we have to learn to live with, I guess, and work on recognizing it and improving our attitudes.

Borgia Obsession

Let me tell you all how challenging it is to pace myself and watch only one episode of season 2 of Borgia at a time.

I just finished the first episode, and I’m going to practice self-control and not watch another episode. It was a great season starter, and I fall more deeply in love with Cesare as the episodes go by.

Last night I watched a behind the scenes thing for season 2 with Mark Ryder (Cesare) as the interviewee and one of the things he talked about was that in preparation for season 2, he hit up the gym – a lot. WELL LET ME TELL YOU ALL, THERE IS NO DOUBT ABOUT THAT.

Not only does he have the whole sexy bearded man with flowing long hair thing going on, but those enhanced muscles only aid in making him look extraordinarily sexy. I mean, I literally might pee my pants staring at this man. Omg.

I have lost my underwear.

Anyway, during one of the scenes, Cesare is reading a book by Marcus Aurelius, in which he reads aloud “If you are plagued by externals, it is not they who trouble you, but the importance you give them.”

I found this to be exceptionally poignant and utterly true. If you’re being bothered by outside forces/people that you cannot control, it is not those forces or those people who are truly troublesome to your well-being, but rather the acknowledgment and the value which you allow them to have in your life.

For example, I work with my ungrateful cousin who purposely takes longer routes around the store to avoid the jewelry counter when I’m there. Her presence is bothersome to me. Today as I saw her pass by, I realized that I did not feel the general hatred I usually do when I look her way, and further realized that she is really rather insignificant in my life and does not deserve any amount of emotion from me.

It is a challenge to finally realize this and to implement it, but goddamnit, it’s among the most freeing feelings in the world.

WTF is Wrong with People?

I am 110% DONE with people and am so happy I don’t have to work for 2 days.

I had several customers today completely ignore me when I greeted them and asked if I could help them out. Flat out ignored me and walked away. WTF?

And then at the end of the night, this bitch fucking HIGH PITCHED GIGGLED AT ME. I was like R U OK? I hope my facial expression was a mixture of confusion, disgust, and embarrassment for her, because THAT WAS HOW I FELT and it took a great deal of energy not to slap her.

That’s my gripe for tonight.

And now I will go submerge myself in 3 back to back episodes of Mad Men and ogle the likes of Jon Hamm and his giant penis.

Don’t judge me, okay? I’m not the one who took the picture. And there were far more “explicit” examples to choose from.

#packin’

Okay I’m done.