Forgiveness and My Teenage Badass

Forgiveness and My Teenage Badass

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What does happy even mean?

What does happy even mean?

Now, is this story about the checkout lady and how annoying she was? How ungrounded and scattered and somewhat incompetent she was? No.

 

It’s about me and how I handled myself in the situation. I did not do well. 

 

She grated me. Went in the opposite direction of what I feel anyone should do in the realm of customer service. Didn’t meet my standards of what I deem to be acceptable.

 

Me. Me. Me.

 

And I lost my cool. I left flustered and irritated and - when the time came - just had to tell my massage therapist about it. And my husband.

 

I had to tell them how much she did not meet my standards.

 

But here’s the thing. She has her own standards of operation

The Checkout Lady and My Standards

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Now, is this story about the checkout lady and how annoying she was? How ungrounded and scattered and somewhat incompetent she was? No.

It’s about me and how I handled myself in the situation. I did not do well. 

She grated me. Went in the opposite direction of what I feel anyone should do in the realm of customer service. Didn’t meet my standards of what I deem to be acceptable.

Me. Me. Me.

And I lost my cool. I left flustered and irritated and - when the time came - just had to tell my massage therapist about it. And my husband.

I had to tell them how much she did not meet my standards.

But here’s the thing. She has her own standards of operation