drip, drip, drip
01/10/2007
Most everyone knows I haven’t a personality cut out for customer service nor retail. If not for the thinly guised smile/smirk I managed every so often, and perhaps the benefit of the doubt that English might not be a language I’m used to, I would probably have been beaten up at the store by now.
Know what makes an even worse retail qoomonster? One that’s ill.
I don’t know if my patience is wearing thin because I’ve to incessantly clear my sinuses, or if there are just more annoyances than usual, but this weekend was a killer for me. The constant throbbing in my head, overflowing mucus, and the worst of all, having to make tea while feeling all that and still maintaining a decent level of hygiene. Mind you it’s not like I’ve a running tap next to me, so each time I blow my nose I’ve to run up 2 floors, wash my hands and come right back down into an unending crowd, the majority of which keep asking for free tastings.
I guess Singaporeans aren’t the only ones with a penchant for freebies.
It’s hard to say, in a nice way, that free tastings are worthless. You don’t know what you want, and you won’t get any wiser out of one. Random free tastings are even worse. That’s like throwing random crap into the pond just to lure the fish. Some places do that, and then when the greedy little fish come around they throw in a piece of dynamite. I see those blasted fat fish, with their XX brand bags, and smirk inside knowing they paid a lot more for a lot less.
What you really want, is someone to walk you through the different types of tea, and tell you what the difference is. You then decide what kind you’d like to try, sit down and actually pay friggin attention when that someone explains the process to you. Then again that’s not me either.
But this is retail. And this is the job. I don’t have to love it. So I try to see how much I can get away with.
Today I discovered that some people think lychees are nuts. Those folks are nuts. They should try eating the lychee nut themselves.
