Are there individuals who you admittedly really don’t know, but somehow after speaking to one . . . . almost makes your skin want to crawl?
Upon having made (God knows) a couple of sincere attempts to be polite . . . . after someone had expressed something previously like . . . . contempt, with a hint of bitterness, and spite;
The individual appears to have a need to be “more than you” attitude . . . . worse off too, full of sass, a smart aleck . . . . as in, this person must fulfill a need to be a “know-it-all”.
You do realize that a “know-it-all”, truly knows very little at all . . . . when it comes to knowing a lot.
“Know-it-alls” know what they know, and that’s all they’ve got.
So, you do your best to be polite, and all that person can do, or be back . . . . is repeatedly bite with a hint of bitterness, and spite.
Do you have someone in mind?
I sure do, but I have absolutely no recall of this person’s face . . . . thus the random profiles. Such individual’s faces aren’t worth taking up my mental space.
Like smoke in the wind . . . . all of this shall pass. In other words, this person is like that chicken passing gas in that guy’s face. (Imagine that.)
This call was a business transaction of sorts, OK?
So, let’s imagine if they were talking to you as they hoped to own the established business someday behaving in such a way . . . . and you could be their customer right now, holding that “character mirror” in front of that potential business owner’s face.
It’s reflecting that person’s so-called “customer service”. What that person cannot foresee . . . . as a smart aleck with a hint of bitterness, and spite . . . . is . . . . ONE day, as a customer I’m going to drop that mirror in their establishment, turn around, and walk away.
It’s all figurative, right? Mmmmm . . . . yeah, right. Once I’m done, I will turn my back, I will walk away, and will not ever return. I’m pretty confident with what I say.
This is my foresight talking now. It’s so bad, my body language is also speaking loudly.
Marketing is one of my degrees, and covers much of my business background. I also happen to be . . . . one who is intolerant of people (in general) . . . . behaving as if they belong in a zoo.
How does “customer service” work (like it’s meant), by attempting to try and treat me . . . . as if I were a monkey . . . . in need of a trainer?
Ever heard of “When Animals Attack“? Now, why would they EVER do that?
This may well backfire, but not on me. See, I’m still the customer, and I obviously “talk”.
I’m not sure if you can tell by the way I write, but when push comes to shove . . . . I can float like a dove, and sting like a bee . . . . both written and verbally. This may or may not change, when I begin to speak at my next opportunity.
There comes a time when enough is enough . . . . I only take so much of other people’s “stuff”. I am still the customer . . . . as I recall “the customer is always right“, correct?
If someone has a personal problem, then they need to find another way to find relief.
Nobody, I say, “NOBODY . . . . should ever be another person’s whipping post.”
Let it slip by . . . . they take an inch.
Give them an inch . . . . they take a mile.
Once they took a mile . . . . then you no longer smile. Am I right?
Time to gain traction.
One cannot allow someone . . . . sadistic satisfaction.
I’ve said it before years ago, and I’ll probably say it until the day I leave planet Earth. This is my quote:
“Abuse, oppression, dictators, tyranny, the acts of socialism, etc., however you want to describe communism, and/or such people like assailants or predators . . . . all begin within the four walls of someone/anyone’s house, then spread corporately, and then from there it moves onto the big White House on Pennsylvania Avenue . . . . (i.e. government).”
(©IM Infusion Musings)
What I do believe now . . . . after many, many years, it has spread to a global power. Always remember it begins right in front of your face, perhaps in your own heart (“it” has a name) . . . . it bleeds through everything we see and do.
I could go through an entire storyline shattering the mirror, and putting it back together again . . . . explaining how it all makes sense, but now I will graciously bow out.
Close enough. (Get your smile back!)
That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.
©IM Infusion Musings