Somewhere, somehow, I became the bad guy. The bad guy for stupid, common sense things. When did it become OK for people to stop doing what was "right" or "good"... there aren't very many things in life that you have to seriously contemplate the difference between whats right and wrong, what you should or shouldn't do. i know, for myself at least, that 90% of the time it takes a split-second to decide. 90% of the time its BLACK AND WHITE.
now, I'm not saying that I'm always right, or that i always make the best decision. i have an extremely bad habit of not filtering my words when i am mad, and this in turn, usually hurts the people that i should take extra care not to hurt. ever. but, i don't walk around day after day, doing it and thinking its ok.
Lately i have found myself in numerous situations where i am the bad guy for things that i shouldn't be. and i am made to feel bad, or in the wrong, for things that should not of taken place to begin with. Driving through whataburger (this specific time, although I'm sure everyone will agree, it happens almost everywhere) the lady at the drive through window did not great us when we pulled around. instead she said "a large sweet tea?", to which i responded "no?" (we had ordered breakfast) she responds with "pull over to lane b and ill bring it out to you"... i look at jarrod, totally confused, for at least 30 seconds debating on weather i should tell her what i ordered or did she just temporarily get confused? she then turns to us, and tells us our total, takes our debit card, swipes it and closes the window after handing it back. She had been talking to the person in line behind us on her drive through headset. after a few minutes, the window opens back up and she hands us our bag, says "thanks" and goes to close the window... which puts us in an awkward situation if we needed anything else (ketchup, piacante, etc..). No, she wasn't rude, but when did that become the standard? what happened to customer service? Real, good "Hi, How are you?" with a smile customer service?
Trying on dresses for my wedding with my sister in law, in Dillards. we probably took a good 15 dresses into the changing room with us. yes, we were only going to purchase one, but she's got the kind of body that looks good in anything, and we wanted the dress that was amazing. we walked past 3, THREE, sales associates standing around talking, to get to the dressing room. not a single one every asked us if we needed help, and we had looked at dresses for close to an hour. On the way out, with our two favorites on the stroller, we hand one of the girls the dresses that didn't work out. Yes, it was a lot, however, Dillards is a clothing store. you go there to buy clothes, and most of the time, you need to try stuff on. The look on the girls face was disgusted that we had tried on that many dresses, and she acted quite pissed that she had to stop talking with her friends to put the dresses away. OH MY GOD! are you kidding me?! ITS YOUR JOB! this, this exact thing, is what they pay you to do. no, I'm sure it isn't fun, and that you don't want to do it, but do you think they would pay you if it was?
Yet, if i say something, I'm the bad guy.
and this isn't just in retail...its in everything.. its how i want to be talked to, how my child should be taken care of, saying things that NEED to be heard, or fixing things that need to be broken. so, if i pissed you off, have pissed you off or piss you off in the future, think about it this way... if you had done what was "right" in the first place, would this even be an issue? if you had smiled at me ONCE at the drive through, would i contact your area manager? if you had asked ONCE if i needed help, would i have emailed the ceo of your company? if you had.... what? done the right thing? then yes, everyone, everywhere would be happy.
my challenge for you, world, is to make an effort at being happy. wake up, and smile at yourself in the mirror. tell yourself a joke. if you have kids, wake them up with a giant smile. stop living life, and start LIVING life!
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