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uoa:
basically if you don’t talk to me first i’ll never talk to you
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it’s kind of a shame that “be self-aware” isn’t a Commandment
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Customer Service
A lady called the Customer Service desk earlier today to complain about me. She said I wasn’t outgoing enough, that I seemed sullen and uninterested in meeting her needs, and suggested to my manager that they fill my position with “someone who really needs the job, someone who wants to be there.”
Initially, I was pissed, because fuck that bitch - I’m on my own at 19 with nothing but a BA in philosophy, you bet your dried up cunt I need that job. But honestly, I wasn’t particularly rude to anyone today. Perhaps not all smiles and sunshine, because let’s face it, I’m broke, directionless, hung over, hungry, and bored. But I wasn’t biting anyone’s head off either. I asked everyone how their day was going and forced a grin every time I handed off a receipt. The fact that this lady had nothing better to do but call Publix to bitch about her cashier says more about her than it does about me. Besides, my homeboy behind the Customer Service counter got the call, and he gave nowhere near enough of a fuck to pass the complaint along to anyone who would do anything about it.
The whole thing got me thinking, though, about the notion of Customer Service generally. We like our cashiers not just fast, but outgoing; we like our tech support not just helpful, but cheerful; we like our chicken nuggets with a sincere side of “It’s my pleasure.” No one likes dealing with surly, pimply teenage angst coming from behind the register when all they want is their shit and their receipt.
In reality, that’s pretty fucked up. Most of the time, the people serving us our food, fixing our TVs and mowing our lawns are exploited. Yes, exploited. A lot. They’re not handing you fries because they want to; they’re doing it because they fucking have to. They deserve the right to act miserable. Sure, I don’t have to work at Publix; I can quit tomorrow. The only minor issue is that I’d have no money to feed myself or keep a roof over my head. Deep down, that our cashiers and waiters and tech support people don’t give a shit about us, yet we make them all pretend like they do. Why? It’s just so the rich folk can avoid coming too close to the realization that their luxuries are only made possible because lots of other folk are really poor and desperate - and are therefore willing to perform jobs that make them miserable, day in and day out, in order to make enough money to stay alive.
Customer Service is a charade. We want everyone who does shit for us to be REALLY FUCKING STOKED that they’ve gotten the opportunity. They shouldn’t. They should be pissed the fuck off that they got the short end of the stick. I know I am. That’s why whenever I run into a surly service person, I smile a little on the inside: It makes me happy to know that not everyone is playing by the rules of the game.
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Capitalism doesn’t inspire creativity, it stifles it. There are millions of geniuses that might be doing something brilliant, but instead are putting stickers on packets of biscuits they can barely afford for 12 hours a day so some lazy prick can play golf every Sunday with all the other impotent do nothing pricks.
Ourben: (via theorthodoxheretic)
One interesting thing about the Works Progress Administration during the Great Depression, is that they actively employed artists, to be artists. Not to work in factories or farms, but to be artists.
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PLEASE
Someday you’ll find the right person, and you’ll learn to have a lot more confidence in yourself. That’s what i think. So don’t settle for anything less. In this world, there are things you can only do alone, and things you can only do with somebody else. It’s important to combine the two in just the right amount.
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ye gods
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