I really…fucking hate customer service.
Like…
Okay, as a lot of you know, I work overnights at a hotel. It’s for a pretty recognizable brand, so we get a lot of high paying customers.
Part of my job is to prep the breakfast area before the breakfast team shows up so that breakfast is done by the time it needs to be. This, of course, means that I have to step away from the desk. It doesn’t really help that the time I need to start working on breakfast is also when customers start checking out.
So I had the bright idea of making a sign. It’s not fancy, the letters are pretty big, and it basically just says “Hey if you need me I’m in the kitchen, just give a holler.”
It’s worked really well so far; people see it, they call for me, and I get them taken care of with little to no fuss. Or, at least, it’s worked up until now.
This guy.
This. Fucking. Guy.
I finish prepping the breakfast area, I walk out, and at the front desk is a man, huffing and puffing. He harshly asks “Are you working the front desk?”.
I say with my best customer service voice “Yes sir, I just had to prep a few things for the breakfast team. Can I help you with anything?”
“Yeah you can help me by giving me some fucking service. I’ve been waiting for almost five minutes and I have to catch my flight!”
Oh boy. Here we go.
So I tell the man, “Well, sir, if you’ll look right in front of you, if you needed me, that sign tells you that I was in the kitchen.”
And this man. Just. Fucking looks at me. And says.
“You expect me to fucking read on my day off?”
And I just.
I was floored. That someone would say that. Completely unironically. With no hesitation.
Just
Fucking customer service, man.
Tag: Anecdotes
Insulin
couple things
- my town’s fireworks were cancelled because they had hired a new company to supply the display this year, and the company ended up not having a properly certified driver to deliver the fireworks from maryland to beachwood, NJ.
- everyone found this out at 2pm on july 4th.
- the display was not delivered earlier because apparently there was no place to store them.
- my town has been doing this for like 70 years so like. good work everyone involved.
- when calls were made to the company, callers were met with an automated message informing them that the company was closed for the holiday.
- amazing
- mayor was Pissed beyond Pissed. this is a huge thing that my town’s been doing for decades that people invest a lot of money in. everyone’s bummed.
- however
- around 8:30 last night, everyone and their mother started shooting off illegal fireworks, implying that people heard about this, and immediately drove to delaware or pennsylvania, and stocked up on all the good shit that’s illegal in NJ.
- not a single siren/police boat to be seen
- from my aunt’s dock, i had a great view of one house on the water in particular shooting off more fireworks than everyone else, blasting music, tons of smoke and noise.
- it was the mayor’s house
Direct action
Wholesome Washington Post
I love how they said work ‘for’ her and not ‘with’ her.
Okay, but you guys are missing the most hilarious element of this exchange, which is the fact that Liam Stack is a journalist for the New York Times. His niece fucking owned his ass.
These kinds of responses are my FAVORITE. Some examples to answers to this question I have heard:
1.
“Okay, and who’s the president?”
“Obama, no wait, shit *vehemently* fuck, I hate him… what’s his name…”
“It’s okay, you know who he is.”
2.
“Who’s the president?”
“*drunkenly angry and confused* ..uhhhhhhh…Orange… damn it what’s the fuck’s name….
“Yup, good enough.”
3.
“And who’s the president,”
“Not fuckin’ Obama!”
“I feel ya.”
4.
“Who’s the president- wait, nevermind you’re from Korea you said, right? So who’s-“
“Everybody knows that Trump-bitch.”
“Oh, well, alright then.”
5. (My personal favorite)
“Who’s the president?”
“Ew.”
“Good enough.”
My roommate is a neurologist and has to do this check all the time. Her all-time favorite so far has been “ay dios mio” during which the woman was vigorously crossing herself.
lol me too , lady
I am not sure if I hope this is all literally true or am horrified that it might all be literally true.
It does, however, fuel my adulthood-long perplexity at the emotional swoops some people are apparently willing to endure – or which are normal for them? – within a “romantic” relationship. I mean I suppose it could be possible she’d planned to spend her holidays in Cancun with someone she didn’t realize could provoke a huge scene in public by browbeating her about a career decision and they’ve never had any kind of dramatic blow up before – but some people do seem to live at an emotional intensity I find horrific.
People are endlessly interesting.
Oh yes indeed they are. Once upon a time when I was young(er) and married there was this time when I was making more money than my husband. He was happy and quite thrilled about it and told his mother, who became very, very, very uncomfortable and said “well yes that’s nice but you should never, ever tell anybody”.
oh no
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