October is marred by “Customer Service Week,” where we all get together and play games, solve puzzles, and participate in absurd activities that, at best, call to mind a kindergarten class composed entirely of retards who have had those four hour energy drinks injected into their eyeballs.
The first one is right here.
I’ve been working customer service since 1991. At times, it’s been face to face at a bookstore, or as a caterer, or as a host for special events and weddings at a rental facility. Mainly, it’s been phone service. Though, for several years, it’s been all of the above. A grueling seven days a week, […]
I’ve decided that I only have two life options left. Within the next five years, I must either be my own boss or I have to change my name and work on a Syrian cargo ship and re-emerge after 15 years as a hardened terrorist.