I’m not so conceited as to think that the gods are conspiring against me. But weird shit happens to me so frequently that I have to wonder if I’m like an entertainment feed for something higher up.
I indulged in a rare display of superficial masculinity today when I went to Home Depot in search of a hack saw. Of course J tagged along because it’s what he does, so what should have been a rather benign event turned into an adventure.
If you have a roommate like mine, you need to bookmark a site like this.
Here I am working, fucking around on Tumblr, working some more when my roommate yells from the kitchen—
“Man, how long do you think Parmesan cheese lasts?”
At which point I bring up this handy-dandy site.
“Uh…opened?”
“Yeah.”
“About two months.”
J’s quiet for a minute. Then,
“So a year’s too long, right?”
How he’s stayed alive this long is beyond me.
And an unfortunate part of customer service are the customers complaints. While it certainly isn’t true that the customer is always right, there are good and bad ways of handling complaints. Good ways include, first and foremost, an apology. Many people just want an honest ‘I’m sorry that happened’. From there, we can attempt to identify whether or not the item broke because it was somehow faulty, or if the customer did something stupid was not as careful as he should have been.
But just as there are good and bad ways of dealing with complaints, there are good and bad ways of complaining. As frustrated as you may be when something breaks, it is entirely unproductive to call all the products made/carried by that company ‘ridiculously bad quality’. Especially if it’s the first thing you have ever purchased.
I tend to think when people get aggressive with me over the phone or through email (entirely unprompted) that they are aware that they had something to do with the way the item broke and are afraid of being discovered. Why else would they go in guns blazing? Any good company will acknowledge and stand behind faulty manufacturing; things happen. It’s simply a fact. And sometimes things are sold that have an unforeseen weak point. We don’t know until you tell us. Feedback is the only way to improve a product.
I wish people would employ a level head when dealing with certain issues, especially when they have a valid complaint. It’s been my personal experience that the mindful approach gets you a helluva lot further than the aggressive one in respect to customer service. Both ends.
Again I’m reminded of why I hate December. I think I need a new job.
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Due to the fact that most of my design work is computer/internet based and I’ll often meet with clients, I have portable internet. This means I pay for bandwidth. I have a certain amount of bandwidth alloted for a set monthly price and pay additionally for anything that goes over.
Tumblr has an addiction to my bandwidth. And that’s a problem. Especially when my monthly bill is three times what it should be.
Every time I load my dash, my check book cries.
I’ve found it’s much easier for me to check the blogs I frequent once every couple of days on that blog, rather than have it load multiple times on my dash.
Why am I telling you this?
Because I’m going to have to unfollow some people. That doesn’t mean I harbour any ill feelings toward you. I understand that some equate ‘following’ to ‘friendship’, but I’ve never exclusively felt that way. I follow blogs that I am most likely to reblog. I have friends that I don’t follow and vice versa, but they’re still friends. I also follow several blogs of people I don’t even know, let alone call them friends.
As people’s interests change over time, some of the blogs that I originally found interesting, I no longer do. People change; that’s perfectly fine. The ways in which they’ve changed just may not jive with what I now find interesting. (On the flip side, I gain and lose followers every day and never take it personally.)
So if I used to follow you and no longer do, don’t fret about it. I don’t dislike you in any way. I’m not shunning you. Either our interests have diverged, or I literally can’t afford your current brand of awesome. :)
When my current bandwidth contract runs out, my situation may change. I’m just posting this to waylay any potential hurt feelings. It’s not my intent and I hope that you all understand.
Dude, is your mom coming over, or what?
What the hell are you talking about?
Seriously? You've done, like, six loads of laundry, the dishes, *and* cleaned your room. It's all I can figure.
No, my mother's not coming over. After I finish up some work, I'm taking off for the weekend.
Didn't you spend last weekend at your friends' place? You moving in, or what?
I'm not going there for the weekend.
J ...
...
Oh, shit! You're spending the weekend with Batman!
I *really* wish you'd stop calling him that...
You are paying me to introduce your website to the twenty-first century, yet you are stonewalling me at every turn.
Phase One : Junk Packed - complete.
Phase Two: Moving Junk - commences this weekend.
Phase Three: Living Life and Writing Schedule Back to Normal - not soon enough.
Phase Four: Emotionally supporting soon to be ex-roommate and shopping for baby stuff - neverending.
Writing Batboys with Supers and Speedsters and baking peanut butter cookies. I mean, how else is there to spend it? ;)
The boyfriend is adequately amused. And claiming he’s done nothing but gain weight since we really started dating.
Notice it’s the baking he ‘complains’ about and not the hours I spend writing porn.
Uh huh. Like I force him to eat my cooking…right…
Neko and I went to mail our not-so-little package overseas this afternoon. I had a couple of other things to send on their way, as well—a few bills and a package for my niece.
I’m working from home today and agreed to be here to let the landlord in to fix the bathroom sink as D’s scheduled to open.
You weren’t at the funeral. People asked about you.
Dick really fucked up with Jason. Both Bruce and Dick...
“Bruce,please. Let me in.”
Jason boosting Bruce’ s tires.
