HUH?!

[merlynnod]

This may be the worst one I've had...no, wait, the woman who whined to me for ten minutes in the drive-through because the doctor had prescribed her a med that was: capsules too big for her to swallow, tablets that she couldn't chew because they taste bad, and liquid she couldn't take because of acid reflux (??)...and her insistance that we call

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The customer is always custom-custarded and cussed at. Like General Custer. Cusscusscuss...

[schrogwr2]

*sarcastically* Remember, the moment you put on that uniform and tag, or work shirt and tag or whatever it is you wear, and stand behind the counter and ask, "How can I help you, sir/ma'am?", it's all your fault. Whatever problem or confusion comes up, it's your fault, you have the power and duty and wherewithal to fix everything regardless of where you are in the corporate ladder, and it's you and those dressed like you who must fix it magically, or at least hear about it from the customer. And five zillion other jobs, too. (And it's you and those dressed like you who probably get the most in trouble over that problem, no matter whose fault it may really be.)

Because you're the straw person up front, and the straw people up front get shot first. */sarcastically*

>>>"how do I disconnect from the system?"

Become a hermit crab Herman's Hermits hermit, like Obi-Wan Kenobi! Hide from this wicked world!! Wear burlap cloaks with long hoods! No TV! No books! No iPhones or DVD players or radios or Nintendo Wii's!!!! Turn away from