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Christmas Blues...

The holidays were supposed to be an exciting and warm time to share with friends and family. I've never understood how/why people find it necessary to go completely insane. Simple times with loved ones are all I crave and wish for during the holidays.

I wish I could say that working at a bookstore that we might actually be immune to the insanity, but it isn't true. Even now, 3 full days after Christmas and we are still getting trashed. What ever happened to people having respect for property? What about home-training? Have we all forgotten how to raise our children to treat things/people with decency? I am constantly amazed at the total disregard for everything in our store.

It's not that I'm crying in outrage for the mistreatment of corporate America, not at all. But, the whole attitude of "isn't it your job to clean up after me" is not only erroneous, but degrading. We are not paid to be your maid, in fact, we aren't paid anywhere near enough to be considered your maid. Our job is to ensure that the products you are looking for are easily available and that you find them without difficulty.

Customer Service is one thing, it doesn't give you permission to treat us like we are some kind of ignorant servant who HAS to cater to your every whim.

That said, when will people realize just how ridiculous they sound/look when they act like maniacal imbeciles?

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