I might have officially had one of the worst days ever. It's like every mentally insane person on the PLANET decided that they had to come into work and have random outbursts of crazy on every person in an orange apron that they saw.
I started work at 9:00am, and by about 10 the craziness ensued. I could hear the screaming outside of my office and decided that it was in my best interest to not even turn around to see the horror.
Of course, the horror had to do with my job, which is getting special orders to these crazies.
There was a woman screaming at one of our managers about how her windows were delayed. They were in fact, delayed...but her husband had been in contact with one of my coworkers and completely understood that they were delayed. Unfortunately, she must have Medusa-ed her hubby because he was completely silent for the duration of this event. He tried to speak a couple of times, but she cut him off to the point that he just gave up and stood there looking mildly embarrassed that he married this hell-beast. She started raging about how her order was worth $13,000 (which granted is a lot of money) but that we were costing them time and money (because they hired and booked a contractor without having the product in their hands-- which is a stupid move and basically is going to ensure that everything that can go wrong before that date absolutely will). Now she didn't know how they were going to be able to buy groceries....
Wait, what? You mean to tell me that you purchased $13,000 worth of windows for your house, that you own, AND are able to pay someone to do the work that your lazy ass can't...but you won't be able to buy yourself a loaf of bread because you booked some vacation time (which you're likely getting paid for) for this life-shattering event of window-installation?? Time to rethink your argument.
My next lovely customer is named Candy (sounds like a stripper name, but let me assure you that this woman is a haggard old bitch who has probably never been even remotely attractive in her life, and I can be this mean because she is a truly awful human being who I've run into on a few occasions now and she is incapable of any type of human emotion besides RAAAAAGE). She came in while I was on lunch, and my boss told her that she had to wait for me (because he gets some sick enjoyment out of pushing shitty customers on me). She proceeded to completely FREAK out on a girl working at the Service Desk, my boss, and a lot associate (because the lot associate has ANYTHING to do with her order in any way, besides loading it into her vehicle). Thankfully my boss briefed me on what was going on and I was already working on her resolution by the time she came back and demanded to speak to me...so I trotted out all sweet and perky and didn't even give her a chance to get started. Totally effed up her demon mentality and she couldn't react in time to do anything but cooperate with me.
The last guy just bitched and complained, left and came back to bitch and moan some more, and then finally tuckered himself out and just left. Further proof that as people age, they become more child-like....huge temper tantrums followed by a post-tantrum crash.
I am ever so looking forward to going back in and dealing with the dragon-people who have no concept of rationality tomorrow. Redeeming factor is that after 8 hours of that, I'm going to see Wax Mannequin (check him out here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sR3Sn1P47pw -- he's a character and a half, all around talented, odd and wonderful performer who you should love, and since my taste in music is fabulous, you obviously should listen to me). Also, 3 more days until holidays! :D It's a big deal.
Anyways kids, have a lovely evening, listen to some more Wax Mannequin and pleasant dreams of musicians who manage to meow in their songs without being totally certifiably insane.
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