.Thursday, November 30, 2006 ' 7:57 PM
No no, customers are not always right !Today is my one-year anniversary in the working industry! I’ve started my part time job November 30. 2005. It has been a heck of one year, I have suffered, I have cried, laughed, got a lot of blue marks in my legs, got back pains. I almost faint because of being too dizzy, but I have also learned a lot of things.
I have learned to earn money! Yes of course that is obvious, I now know how hard it is. I now know how to spend money correctly, or do I? Hehe, well I still tend to use money for things that aren’t important, but I am better now. I really feel good earning my own money, now I no longer have to ask my mom every time I go out and also, I can give them gifts from my own pocket! There’s a lot of good reasons to why you should start earning your money, first you don’t really have to ask your parents permission if you can buy this or that, because if you don’t have your own money you have to tell them what THEY are buying for you, you are more independent when you have money!
I have learned to be nice to clerks! Oh yeah when you go eat outside please do me a favor,
clean after you! When you pick a piece of cloth and you decide you don’t want it anyway,
please take time to put it back there where you took it, neatly! When you stand in a row waiting for your time to get service,
please don’t begin saying bad stuff, like for example the service is so slow and bla bla, first of all even you whisper it and we are busy we can still hear you, and secondly we are not super women or men, we do our best to make the service faster. And one last thing I AM NOT THE ONE DECIDING THE PRICE OF THE PRODUCT YOU ARE BUYING, so
please don’t ever tell me that I am crazy or what so ever because you thing the price is too high. Go ahead complain to our boss you are more than welcome to do that! It is like some of the customers haven’t tried working before, or maybe they just don’t care, they think that they are spending the money so they can do whatever they want. Maybe the money we get in our salary is a part of what you have paid for the things you have bought, but cant you just stop and think for a while that maybe we have 100 else to do than to clean up your mess or to hear your silly coments? I am not saying that you should never leave a mess or you should never complain, all I am saying is to help,
don’t make us look as a complete slave.
I have learned to be really pissed! After working for a whole year I’ve only seen the true colours of the customers. Or let me say it like this, in the beginning I was so naive, when customers got mad I almost cried, when customers gave silly comments I just smiled, when customers had ridiculous complaints I just smiled and said sorry, and after having a bad confrontation with a customer I feel sad and sorry for the rest of the day. I can tell you that first after many months that attitude changed after few months my smiles turned into: fake smiles. Those sorry turned into letting them know the reason of the incident. I only smile when they are nice, and I only say sorry, when I really think they deserve that word.
It is about time to let all you customers that
NO! CUSTOMERS ARE NOT ALWAYS RIGHT! Just because you pay you have no rights when you are wrong! I know we live of the customer’s money, but I also know that God taught us to treat our neighbours correctly!
YOU TREAT PEOPLE THE WAY YOU WANT TO BE TREATED!
After working for a year I actually don’t know why it is first now that I wake up and start being mad at those unfriendly customers, maybe I really just have had enough. Even though I really want to shout to some of them, for really getting enough I still stop myself, coz when I was a child I learned to respect other people, I learned to just shut up even though there were rude people. My family taught me that fighting wont make anything better, that I should just let the person say what ever he or she wants to say cause even though they are not right I know in my heart what is right.
This made me wonder, did my mom and grandparents teach me to just be plastic?
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