Right now I am taking a developmental economics class, and it makes me feel guilty when I complain about my “problems” but, my house flooded and I went to bed hungry, once, so I think I am qualified to gripe about my problems or comment on the problems of others.
Retail. I am a firm believer in good customer service. I’m not trying to brag, but I am one of the best at customer service. If I am out shopping and the customer service agent is doing the best they can I am happy to wait, will still give a tip, and be their biggest raving fan. On the flipside, if they are slacking, arrogant, or otherwise not truly qualified to be a human I will not stand for it.
I would personally like to congratulate Decades on having such a thriving, profitable business that they feel like crap is the best service they can offer. Well done. I went there today with the intention of purchasing a petticoat that I have been eyeballing for two weeks. First, I went in and I was carrying my laptop, in my laptop bag – I came from school. The guy followed me around like a creepy stalker, until after five minutes he points up at a sign that says I have to leave my bag with him. Fine. People steal. Then he was super irritated when I tried to take my laptop out of the bag. Guess what dude, I don’t trust you either. Then I asked him to take the petticoat, which I wanted to give him money for, off of the mannequin, he said that it was super expensive. It was $59. I told him I knew that (remember now I have been dreaming of this petticoat for two weeks now, I was fully aware of how much it cost). Uh, don’t project your budget on me. I replied, “Yep, I know how much it is, I would like to try it on, seeing as how you have a FINAL SALE policy, before I give you my money. Nope, he wouldn’t take it down. He told me I could try one of the similar ones on. I don’t want the similar one; I want the one I want to buy. The one I want to give you money for is the one I want to try on. Second, they are similar, but not the same. The petticoats I was given the choice to select from had different ruffles, different thickness, and not the color and actual one I want to buy. Therefore, I left, without buying anything. You see, I can get petticoats other places, I vote with my dollar. So peace out Decades. You lost my $59 and my future purchases. (Cue scene from Pretty Woman in your mind).
Second First World Problem of the day, it wasn’t my problem, I just had to listen to it. I was studying for my midterm, with my new bestie, when I overhead some undergrad boys griping about frat houses. You see their problem was most grievous. They want to have a party, but they don’t want to trash their frat house. They want to rent a satellite house for frat parties. This is my first time being an undergrad at a university, but isn’t that what frat houses are for? They figured if they rented a house that people would come and BYOB. I said their better bet was to charge a cover or cup charge. They said that they didn’t want to run a club. I then suggested that they make sure that the house has floors that are easy to clean up. They were like, “we need to look for a house with concrete floors and big open spaces.” Me, “They are called clubs.” You see I don’t give a shit about being popular with these frat boys. I am popular with the nerds. And the nerds have problems like, should we purchase a third property now or later, not for their parties, but for their empires. I have always preferred nerds. They have better scholarship programs.
