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Sunday, March 23, 2008

Hoop Jumpers

So this guy tells my manager Coreen that she made him jump through hoops and we had lost a customer. "Blahity blah, we spend at least $3000 in here a month. I don't like that you made me jump through hoops, blah blah blah, you lost me as a customer, blahity bloo." I was like WTF? and had to refrain from saying, "Sir, I think you mean you spend at least $30 in here a month and I'm sure all you bought today was clearance." Of course his strife was because company policy states that we have to give refunds back on the credit card the item was purchased on and he was being a little bitch about it, but Coreen let my co-worker go ahead and give it to him because she's nice. People suck. I think we all do hoop jumping though. It's like there's two types of people, people who perform and people who wear masks because life is like a circus and we're jumping through hoops either performing or wearing masks. I am the type of person who performs because I don't want people to see my real feelings or how much pain I am actually in. Therefore, I put on a show to entertain everyone and make myself feel better. The people who wear masks have it the hardest because they have to blend into each environment they are in. They have to pretend to be one person when they are truly someone else. At least as a performer, I can be myself by making my pain humorous. I am almost done re-editing my book to pass off to Shannon again. School sucks and I wrote a 10 page paper for nothing because I miss one class and the teacher decides to make it an oral presentation instead. Yea, too bad no one even goes to that class, and I haven't seen the people who were supposed to be in my group since like the beginning of the semester. I think they dropped the class. This is my crazy "I hate white kids" teacher. The one that talks about the Holocaust but some how believes that African-Americans had it harder...yea I dunno. She forgets about the Native American Indians and the terrible things that happened to the Irish and Indentured Servants, but anyway... I'm sorry this post is so random, I just figured I hadn't updated in a while, so here I am filling your mind up with nonsense and rambling. I was thinking of maybe doing a whole thing on books and my interpretations on them as my future blog entries...but I may alternate since I have to give you all information to survive zombie attacks. Hmm. I am in a dilemma. I wonder how everyone in Florida is doing. I miss them and if they are still reading my blog....HELLLLLLLOOOOOO! Okay, before I get any further into my ranting, I'll stop here. Later guys!!

1 comment:

Mary said...

Ugh, I HATE customers like that! Any time a customer tells me "I'm never shopping here again!" I simply look at them and say "ok." They're usually speechless after that, that I didn't grovel at their feet and unloading all these pathetic apologies. When someone swears they'll never shop there again, what I really want to say is, "promises, promises...."

$3000 a month...whatever. It's like the guests think we're stupid and really believe that...as if we're blind and have never seen any of our guests before to know who purchases things and who doesn't.