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Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I'm trying not to get distracted typing this while listening to the Sabres game (damn you DirecTv, and us not having Versus!!). Many of you who are friends with me on Facebook have seen me allude to this before, but today has only reinforced the need for me to reiterate the cardinal rule of retail considering myself: UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES, AS A CUSTOMER SHOPPING IN MY STORE, SHOULD YOU EVER TOUCH ME. And we're going to amend that rule, appropriately: NO MATTER WHAT LEVEL OF EXEMPILARY CUSTOMER SERVICE I BRING, REMEMBER THIS: I AM NOT YOUR BABY, HONEY, SWEETIE, OR LOVE. I wear a nametag, and it's freakin' big enough for even the oldest of the elderly to read. It has my name on it. That's how you address me. Please, and thank you. And the no-touching thing, well, that should be a given. I wouldn't touch you. I'm here to take your money and hand you merch. If I touch you, it's totally accidental. And by accidental, I mean it's the "you rammed into me with a shopping cart and I fell into you" kind of accidental. I don't need you grabbing on to my arm as you tell me how spoiled your grandkid is. You're not falling. You're not losing your balance. You're leaning into me, to tell me your grandkids are spoiled?? Step the eff you see kay back, please. I'm not gonna continue to keep showing you toys you're planning on buying your "spoiled grandkids" (from a drugstore, no less) if you keep the touchy-feely goin' on. [SIDEBAR]: I'mma start blogging during Sabres' games more frequently if they keep scoring once I hit WDC on my address bar. For reals. Hey Julie D - PUBLISHED! ![]() ![]() ![]() On a related note, my hair, while nothing special, is also off-limits when it comes to the customer/employee touching rule. You never, ever, ever have a reason to touch my head. You don't freakin' know where I've been! (It must be noted that I have not been anywhere, besides a shower, that would make you not want to touch my head. You should just know a little better...let's put it this way: you coming into the store pretty much every week doesn't give you the license to hit on and molest me, especially when you come in every week to make pictures from a camera you don't know how to operate, on a machine that has software you still don't know how to navigate. After at least two and a half fucking years!! ![]() Besides all of that, I kinda liked my job today. ![]() CHRISTMAS MUSICAL BREAK!! I love my city too. [SIDEBAR]: The crowd's roaring...this game sounds like it's getting ugly. Sounds like the Flyers are targeting Sabres with injuries, and Buffalo's finally responding when opposing players are taking liberties with our players. 'Bout damn time. I'm anticipating a 3rd period brawl. DAMN YOU VERSUS!! But ya know, I'm totally ok with it. We've got the greatest announcer in the history of hockey, Mr. Rick Jeannerette. Youtube some of his legendary calls. Dude's a Buffalo icon. Anyway, so this little Xmas tune is new to me. I was messin' around on Youtube and came across this tune. It's cheesy, but the visuals (well, most of them) are pretty sweet. It's the heart of a Buffalo winter. The places, the shots, the comments on the vid itself, well, that's who we are. If anything could get me in the spirit of the season, this just might be it... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CZgP1cKwlq4&feature=results_video&playnext=1&list... VITAL STATS: ![]() ![]() [SIDEBAR]: This Sabres' game has gone to shit. Now down 4-3 after two periods. Julie, I take it back. ![]() And with that, I'm gonna take 27 years off my life by having a beverage, a smoke, and a listen to the 3rd period of the Sabres' game in privacy. I like that because nobody can see the worst side of me...the one that actually swears at a computer that works (for the most part). This side that you see, it's all "well, he's cute, he's kind of an idiot, he's got some issues"; no...this side would be throwing remotes at tv's if this game was in my viewing vicinity. Peace, love, and GOODNIGHT NOW!! |