How many of you ever worked retail? Raise your hands. (menace)Raise 'em...(/menace) Good.
Now, how many of you have served customers who insist on calling you by your first name because you wear a name tag?
I hate those people. As if because company policy dictates that I wear a hunk of plastic with my name emblazoned upon it, we're on a first-name basis. I can't wait until my last day, just so I encounter one of these people and enact the following:
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Customer: How's it goin' Mikey? (I pray it's a Mikey person. Those are the recipients of my creme-de-la-creme hatred. For the others, go
here. My parts of the list are from the third one down.)
Me: Not too shabby, Asshole I'll Never See Again.
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Now, I know that there are people out there who decide they want to make the world a more personable place, like life was in the suburbs from circa 1950 to, in occasional places, now. To you I say, go away. The world is a frighteningly large place, and you are deceptively insignificant. And as the last wisps of steam have vented, I bid you all farewell.
~mike