I hate customer service.

Day #131:
You can tell alot about a person by the way they treat their server. Enough said. But for those of you that are curious, I will expound. I can not go to the grocery store, pick up a sackful of groceries, and tell the cashier that I'm a nice person and I'll pay my cousin that works at Wal Mart later because I forgot my cash. They will not accept that and I will go to jail. What then makes you think you can come up, order $40 worth of food and tell me you'll pay somebody the next time they see them? And then, why YELL at me in front of a Ballroom full of people when my boss tells me to tell you no? Really now. And to top it off, if you are going to be a jerk, don't preface it by telling me you go to church. That gives us church people all a bad name when you have to act like a moron. Can't wait to tell Chef about my night. I'm confident he'll call the guy a jack wagon. Speaking of my Icelandic roomie, he CRACKED ME UP today talking about a song on the radio. He was appalled that the lyrics said, "I used to love to make you cry". He thought that was so mean. I'd never thought about it before. My reply? "Maybe the girl was really sensitive and it was just funny." He thought that answer was even worse. It was hysterical. :0)