I'm really trying hard to get back to this regular posting thing. I'm working at one a week right now. In the next week or two I'll start back up with comics posts, I have a giant stack ready and waiting for me to over simplify or make a smart ass remark about.
So, the post.
Fuck. I started writing this Thursday and forgot about it. Should I finish? Yeah, let's do that.
So, distracted, busy, not dead, and the best writing I've produced and shared recently was a letter of complaint. Oh yes, the people pouring my coffee will be spoken to nicely if I have anything to do with it.
Which brings me some place interesting, how important is the treatment of the people who serve you to you? I wrote a letter. Fine, it was an email. But I would not do nothing. It took a few weeks, but I did see change motivated by my complaint. I was quite pleased, and the number of scowls I have received from the target of my letter are tiny little badges of honor, which I'm happy to report have diminished over the last week as well. I had no illusions of anonymity when I wrote it, unless the particular phrase that got under my skin was uttered commonly I was singling myself out pretty hard.
"Who the hell was he?"
He is a regular customer who doesn't like people who speak to him politely and sell him tasty things spoken to poorly. So ask yourself, how do you want the people how prepare your food treated at work?
-James
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