I had the most surreal customer experience in work today. As many places do, we sell iPods where I work. This guy had bought an iPod touch yesterday after asking loads of questions that you really should know the answers to before spending a couple of hundred pounds on an item.
Today I am called to come and talk to him and tell him why he can't return the opened mp3 player without any ral reason. Not knowing his reason, I proceed to ask him why he wants to return the item. To which, he points at the Apps Store logo and says
"You see that there. That, that... picture? It's against my beliefs"
What an insane moron!
Keeping a straight face, I told him that it was a logo depicting what looked like an iPod and two pencils or styluses in the shape of a capital A for Apple or Apps. He said
"No. It's much more than that. I've looked it up"
That experience rivals that of a previous job where I ws asked by a customer
"Do you have any films withs headbutts in?"
Friday, 10 July 2009
Tuesday, 7 July 2009
Here we go. Here I go.
This is my first blog, written of my own accord. The most selfless way I could think of to vent. Telling my thoughts and feelings to other people, face to face, I get carried away and keep talking the "receiver" into boredom. I'm, typically, a very open person once I get going. Cautious to start any REAL conversations, but with no aversion to confrontation or feeling vulnerable. I have no major suffering, I know that the closest thing I, or anyone else, can have to an original thought is phrasing them in a different way. I know that no-one, myself included, is special or unique. We're all just combinations of character traits, formed by experiences, which countless numbers of others have experienced.
Anyway, now that I've got that out of the way I can continue to blog on the issues that drove me to blog without you readers, if any, assuming that I'm working on the pretense that my problems are unique and worthy of your time. This blog is for me. My confessions, annoyances worries and whatever else I decide to store on the infintecimal amount of the internet that google's allowed me. If anyone wishes to read this, then you are more than welcome to do so and to comment as well, if you see fit.
I am a male, I am 23, English, in a fulfilling relationship of 5 years, have a caring family and a group very close friends. All of which, I am very grateful for. Life has been kind to me, allowing me to focus on the smaller things. The details. The inner workings of as much stuff as I can get my brain around, leading me to become somewhat obsessive. This has become a hinderance and a blessing now that I have to grow up and get stuff done.
I have recently started a new job. Same company, different location, higher position. I was promoted for being a relentless, ruthless dogsbody, whose knowledge of what we sold exceeded most others. I was good at what I did and became comfortable, confident and slightly arrogant in my position.
This promotion means I am in charge of people, I have much more stuff to get done and I am struggling. To me, it does not follow logic to say 'you are good at the thing where you run around and get lots of stuff done, now you can do less and tell other people to get stuff done.' Due to my obsessive nature, I am constantly on edge letting others do things that are my responsibility. Don't get me wrong, I don't want to go back. They have bribed me suitably to do less, and progression in this company is my current intention.
I just need to let go - thanks Morpheus.
Not completely. I need to... Fuck this. I'm beginning to Ramble On (I love that song).
In summation: worried about a change in pace at work. I definitely get carried away.
Writing this on a train, sitting next to the most obvoius fakes and morons to grace public transport this fine evening. I don't know if they realise how dull their lives sound. Who recites entire scenes from comedy shows?! It's clear they've all seen that particular episode of Flight Of The Conchords (great show, by the way), why tell each other what happened? There's nothing like reliving whole scenes of comedies, to suck the comedy from them.
Anyway, now that I've got that out of the way I can continue to blog on the issues that drove me to blog without you readers, if any, assuming that I'm working on the pretense that my problems are unique and worthy of your time. This blog is for me. My confessions, annoyances worries and whatever else I decide to store on the infintecimal amount of the internet that google's allowed me. If anyone wishes to read this, then you are more than welcome to do so and to comment as well, if you see fit.
I am a male, I am 23, English, in a fulfilling relationship of 5 years, have a caring family and a group very close friends. All of which, I am very grateful for. Life has been kind to me, allowing me to focus on the smaller things. The details. The inner workings of as much stuff as I can get my brain around, leading me to become somewhat obsessive. This has become a hinderance and a blessing now that I have to grow up and get stuff done.
I have recently started a new job. Same company, different location, higher position. I was promoted for being a relentless, ruthless dogsbody, whose knowledge of what we sold exceeded most others. I was good at what I did and became comfortable, confident and slightly arrogant in my position.
This promotion means I am in charge of people, I have much more stuff to get done and I am struggling. To me, it does not follow logic to say 'you are good at the thing where you run around and get lots of stuff done, now you can do less and tell other people to get stuff done.' Due to my obsessive nature, I am constantly on edge letting others do things that are my responsibility. Don't get me wrong, I don't want to go back. They have bribed me suitably to do less, and progression in this company is my current intention.
I just need to let go - thanks Morpheus.
Not completely. I need to... Fuck this. I'm beginning to Ramble On (I love that song).
In summation: worried about a change in pace at work. I definitely get carried away.
Writing this on a train, sitting next to the most obvoius fakes and morons to grace public transport this fine evening. I don't know if they realise how dull their lives sound. Who recites entire scenes from comedy shows?! It's clear they've all seen that particular episode of Flight Of The Conchords (great show, by the way), why tell each other what happened? There's nothing like reliving whole scenes of comedies, to suck the comedy from them.
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