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Sunday, June 11, 2017

It Was A Good Day - Seeing the Positive


Like everyone, sometimes I just hate my job. I work retail.
I have great co-workers and the management is pretty cool too. The problems come from a small number of customers. The ones who never take the time to actually read a coupon for exclusions or even expiration dates. The people who call asking for the price of a type of item when we sell about ten different styles of said item and the prices range drastically. I can tell them to go to the website, that way they can find the exact thing they need, learn the specifications and also get the current price... no, they can't do that, they want me to give them a list over the phone. Look, I don't have time, sorry. There is a line in front of me, a customer standing behind me asking a question, someone else standing at the end of my counter with a return (instead of getting in line), and a co-worker asking over our in-store radio for me to look up an item quantity on the register. Sorry, person on the phone, you are not my top priority, not even second or third.

This isn't about all of that though, it's about the good encounters that happen usually once every couple of days. Yesterday the "good" took place several times and even though I was exhausted when I left work, the world seemed a better place.

For a brief moment, I had nobody in my line. An older man walked up asking about those little button batteries. I took the little device from him, took the old batteries out and checked the numbers on the back in order to match them up to the ones we sell. He couldn't see well so it was all on me. We looked and cross referenced the numbers on the packages but unfortunately the batteries he needed were not there.
The man thanked me and then asked if I was a manager. I told him I am not but I could get one for him. When one of the managers came out to speak with him, the man unleashed a ton of praise about me. I swear, I almost cried.

It didn't end there.

About an hour or so later it happened again with some younger people. I don't remember exactly what happened but they were checking out in my line and a manager walked up and they both started telling him positive things about me.

Two other encounters with different customers led to them asking me if I was a manager. They thought I was because I had been helpful, knowledgeable, and well spoken when answering their questions.

That brings my total up to four... FOUR, people with positive feedback about my performance. Then there is this last one which made my night.

It was fairly slow, I had nobody at the register so I requested my break over the radio. Two guys were walking by but they were talking and obviously in search of something. About 30 minutes later they are ready to check out. The manager is walking up behind me to bring some change. While I'm ringing up their transaction, one of the guys blurts out, "did you ever give her a break? She needs it, man, look at her, she's worn out!" I admit, I was on my last freakin' leg and probably did look like hell. That was the funniest thing a random customer has ever said (and one of the most helpful... I got my break).

Thank you to any and every person who has pointed out good customer service to the managers and for strangers helping a girl get her break.

Monday, March 13, 2017

Pissing off the Perpetually Offended - Cat People (I'm a cat person)

It's been a pretty nice day for me as a whole. Yesterday and today are both off days for me and I did some needed cleaning yesterday and have just lounged around today.

Don't take that to mean it hasn't been interesting; after all, I am sitting in front of a computer and you know what kind of trouble that can bring. No not the technical stuff, but the fighting and name calling on social media... hahaha, "social," that's a laugh.

I'm a big fan of cats. I love cats! From the time I was born there was a cat around me. Around the age of 2 my cat gave birth in my closet during the wee hours of the morning and I still remember vividly jumping out of my bed, running into the hall and screaming, "Charlene is having her kittens!" Just the fact that the cat was comfortable enough to have kittens in the bedroom of a 2 year old tells you what kind of cat person I am, I have my ways and the cats gravitate toward me.

Moving on...

Today I decided to finally voice my displeasure in a local cat group over the hundreds of "fat cat" photos posted by members seemingly trying to outdo each other in the fattest cat category. This was my post:
This is something that has been on my mind for a while and would like to bring attention to what seems to be a problem. Please realize I'm not saying bad things about anyone but am only here to start a conversation and find solutions. 
Fat kitties are not cute, they are sad. I had a neighbor with a fat cat who was always on her back. You could hear her struggled breathing all the time and tell that she was uncomfortable. WE are their caregivers, WE control what and how much they eat. It's not like these kitties are up all night raiding the fridge making midnight snacks. 
Please don't let your pet (cat or dog) become obese thinking it's cute. That extra weight, just like in humans, contributes to tons of health problems and a very shortened life span. Cut down the carbs, give them food higher in proteins and smaller portions. Yeah, they'll harass you for more food but be strong enough to ignore those pleas. It's for their own health and ultimately, your vet bill.
What I received as feedback was clearly from the butthurt brigade. "You don't know me and my cat!" "Your post is offensive to me and many others!" "I don't let busy bodies tell me what to do."

Yes, these are the people who refuse to take responsibility for their actions and unfortunately, their actions are harmful to their pets' health.