Look, I know. I know, I know, I know.
I’ve done the menial jobs myself – I’ve been a barman, a factory worker, an ice-cream van driver, a fast-food technician, and a retail assistant. I know these are boring jobs.
But if you have a job to do, bally well do it or give it to someone else. I am sick to the back fucking teeth of people not bothering to quite do the job that is asked of them, and it seems to be a systemic problem at the moment. I shan’t even go into the level of utter shitness that my fiancée has encountered recently in the land of ebay – suffice to say that the concept of “doing what is expected of you”, or even in some cases “doing what you have promised to do”, appears to be a dying blasted notion.
In the U.S. of States, good customer service is not just the norm, it is the absolute minimum. Customers simply will not tolerate anything less, and they will vote in herds with their feet and wallets. Grunting monosyllabically as you push my produce across the counter and gazing over my shoulder as you hold out your paw to receive my payment is NOT BLOODY GOOD ENOUGH. Lying about receiving emails from a buyer and sending the purchased item late and slightly damaged is NOT BLOODY GOOD ENOUGH. Answering a support call to a call centre as if it’s a personal affront on your spare time is NOT BLOODY GOOD ENOUGH. Oh, and acting all wounded and hurt when your shitness is pointed out and your name is taken is also not bloody good enough, since you ask.
Shape the fuck up, Britain.
–c.