Customers..Pfftt..

If, like me, you work in an area where you have direct contact with the public, then you’d understand how customers seem to think that because you are behind a counter you become easy prey for verbal abuse.. Ha Ha.. How naive these people are, do you really think this counter is going to stop me spewing profanities back at you!

When you work in a supermarket, it seems to give customers a hierarchy attitude..Quite often they seem to think you are, dare I say it – THICK…  This is very untrue… most people work in a store, simply because it is convenient. It can be quite enjoyable, well.. at least until the customers come in!!!

While on the whole customers are very polite, nice people, there are others that go out of their way to treat you like shit,  trying to undermine you, patronize you, generally make your life hell… they nearly always get away with it because, in a supermarket, you are trained to be polite to any customer. This , to me, is ridiculous.

I’m sorry but if  a customer feels the need to belittle me, a trigger goes off in my head…then the words …. GAME ON!!!!

I might add here, I am in no way qualified in Good English but… if you have no manners or basic politeness I have no time for you.

I find myself some sort of correction master!! My tone changes,  I seem to take on the persona of an old English  Lecturer, looking over my spectacles at this illiterate pleb. I will then go over the top with ps’ and qs’.. adding a please or a thank you in the strangest place, to point out the customer has omitted basic manners from their ‘conversation’..Sometimes it works.. Other times I might just add in a word I think the customer will not even understand, that often works…Fucking idiots!!

Do you think these people get up in the morning with the idea in their pea brains. ‘I know let’s go shopping, then ruin the assistant’s day while we’re at it’..

Just remember the customer is NOT always right… Customers pfftt….

 

 

 

 

Really?

To continue my quest to find companionship.

After filling all the mandatory fields on said dating site – most being the usual, you know eye colour, hair colour, height, weight, shoe size, pubic hair…… oh wait!!! ….. different site…

Anyway after all the relevant, and irrelevant information, it then suggests you may stand more of a chance of meeting someone, if you upload some photographs, that’s no problem I thought to myself.. onward to the next stage…

The site suggested 8 to 16 images…..WHAAAAA!!!!!

Who the fuck has 8 – 16 photos of themselves?…. Maybe I should rephrase that question – Who the fuck has that many photos of themselves they are willing to publish on a dating site? Nearly all my pictures have family in them,they are personal; the others look like I’ve been dragged through a hedge backwards!!

After sifting through, I found 3, fairly ok photos then took the plunge and up they went. In my opinion if you are so shallow to need a port folio, my life story, my financial history and my psychiatric state (surprised it did not ask my preferred sexual position or any fetishes I may have?) to decide if I’m good enough to meet, then fuck you and jog on mate, that would make you unsuitable for me!!!

‘Hi, I’m Millie. How much do you earn a year?’

Reaching nearly 50 has been an experience (quite often challenging) and has had a lot – again, a lot of ups and downs. I have no idea how I have reached this age but here I am… Phew!!

I am not going to dwell on the downs in my life – everybody does that..BOOORING!!! However I will share the funny, sometimes quirky views on my life experiences. In the end, not one of us gets out alive so you just have to laugh!!

From a young age, I believe I’ve always had a different view of life and how things work. I’ve always been WAY too honest for my own good.. A bully? maybe… Outspoken? opinionated?… Definitely!!!

At this time in my life I find myself joining a dating agency; a very popular, free ( because I hate to pay for anything!) site.

It has taken me 2 days to join, not because I am a computer virgin, but because of all the details it wants me to enter. Surely if I were ever to meet anyone from this site I, for one would have absolutely nothing left to talk about. The other party would know it all!!

Why, in goddess sake does it need to know my parents’ marital status? Or whether I have siblings?

This may be a good time to remind them, I am 49 years of age…Who fuckin’ cares?

Also, my annual income – Really?? My headline ‘Independent Woman’, should indicate that I do not, ever, wish to rely on anybody else and vice-versa, financially or otherwise!!

I might add, that although there are a lot of unscrupulous people in the world, not all of us are…it’s infuriating!!!

I would try not to judge anyone for their efforts in earning their own money, no matter the amount, in these times, the fact they work for it is quite refreshing.

Most certainly, if I met someone ‘face to face’ the first words out of my mouth would not be ‘Hi I’m Millie, how much do you earn a year?’