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June 16, 2006
Rhymes with "rich."
Just like the basic concept of a job well done, I'm sure the title of this post is over your head. To be fair, it was before your time, a quote by a priggish politician's unpleasant wife that was used to demurely demean an opposition candidate.
But I am not your opponent, just a guy trying to work on his cardio. Was I snappish when you eventually returned to the front desk sucking on your smoothie? You see, I'd been waiting there for three minutes, only because I wanted to pay for a bottle of water and pick up a towel. I know it was three minutes, because I was watching the clock. Just like I imagine you do.
I've had shitty jobs, so I can empathize with your lack of, uh, empathy for the customers you were hired to greet and occasionally, hand towels to.
After my workout, you seemed entirely engrossed by the magazine and sandwich you were sloppily consuming. That's why I may have appeared surprised when you sneered, "yeah, you have a good one, too" when I had one foot out the door. Either way, I was glad to see the effective, friendlier woman who's usually working the desk was back at her post.
Just seeing you both reminded me of good cop/bad cop, only with customer service, instead of law enforcement. Too bad they didn't give you a nightstick so you could break balls literally, and not just figuratively.
I apologize if I didn't make you feel more welcome while you were at work. I'll do better next time.
Posted by Your Protagonist at June 16, 2006 06:28 PM