Blargh!

 

I don’t like my job.

I really, really don’t like my job. I work for a cruise line, in sales. I’m good at my job; I got 99% on my last performance review, get a fair # of reservations, and even get people who are so shocked by my level of customer service they request to speak to my supervisor just to say nice things about the level of shocked they are that someone does that good of a job.

But there are so many stupid people.

So, so many stupid people.

Allow me to break my silence and document their stupidity.

My #1 pet peeve is making a statement, but intending for me to infer the question you are asking. Exhibit A:

Guest: I’ve sailed with you before, but I don’t know my guest number.

nepenthe: Okay.

Guest: . . . . . . .

nepenthe:  Are you asking the question: what is my guest number?

 

Fine. It’s not all that great a leap of logic to work out that they are asking what their guest number is. However it is insanely, ridiculously simple to ask a question. Fuck, it’s only my goddamn job to answer your questions! You needn’t ask: “May I ask you a question?” Of fucking course you can!

If I could say what I really wanted to say, the above conversation would go like this:

Guest: I’ve sailed with you before, but I don’t know my guest number.

nepenthe: Okay.

Guest: . . . . . . .

nepenthe: You’ve made a statement. If you’d like to construct a question, please consult a book concerning English syntax and grammar.  Remember: we need to use our words!

 

 

General stupidity abounds. If I had a nickel every time any of this shit happened:

 

nepenthe:  What’s your phone number?

Guest: Yes.

 

nepenthe: Who will be joining your for this vacation?

Guest: I don’t want to make a reservation! I’m not telling you!

 

How I’d like to respond to the previous statement:

 

nepenthe: Who will be joining your for this vacation?

Guest: I don’t want to make a reservation! I’m not telling you!

nepenthe: Like I give a shit if you make a reservation. “Who will be joining you for this vacation” is a polite way to ask: how many people and what are their ages. Since you seem to speak “asshole” I’ll speak in your language: how many fucking people, because the goddamn ticket price for the cabin varies depending on how many are going, and I'm assuming that at some point, you might want to know THE TOTAL AMOUNT YOU’LL PAY. Now if you’re not sure of who all is going, you may say, “I’m not sure. Could be X or Y” and, I know this is crazy, but I’ll price BOTH out for you.

I could go on. Really.

But I'm not because Chere Coco finally ate food tonight, yay Coco! She seems to be feeling much better, coming out from under the bed, eating, drinking. To celebrate, let's take a look at some gratuitous Chere Coco Chanel photos! 

Look at those whiskers! They are some crazy long whiskers. Only thing you can't really see in these shots are her eyes. They are super crazy too; black pupil, surrounded by a multi-colored iris. There's a ring of green around her pupil and that's surrounded by yellow-green and that's surrounded by gold.  But she is the sweetest little girl. My shots kept being ruined because as soon as I showed any interest in her, she's jump up and come over to be petted and cuddled. I took a nap this afternoon and little Coco couldn't get close enough for a cuddle. She laid down on my face (so much fur you guys. so much fur). Not sure if wanting cuddles or trying to smother me. Maybe both.