THERE are a lot of things in this life that rile me up. Items with the ability to get my blood boiling are wide-ranging, from leggings worn as if they're pants to the one in four kids in this country who live in poverty and the thousands more who go to school hungry each day. But, for some reason, of all the injustices in the world, the thing that annoys me most often, taking out the dubiously glorious top spot in Rosie's Rage-Inducing Pet Hates, is crappy customer service.
I just don't see any real reason why all customer service isn't good? It's not rocket science, you just have to be nice. And try to help as best you can. Even if you can't help, being nice when you say there's nothing you can do goes a long way to keeping everyone happy. A little bit of charm goes a long way.
I spent the majority of my 20s working in customer service roles, from a supermarket, to retail to a bank call centre. And it's really not that hard.
Clothes shopping can be a truly joyous, or truly traumatic, which is to say a certain level of tact is required in retail. There are things that staff should never, ever say. But some do.
A friend of mine tried on a pair of jeans that really weren't for her. But instead of the shop assistant saying a different style would look better (as I used to do), she just said "Oh no, no, no, definitely not" and looked genuinely revolted. My poor friend went home and cried. Thankfully she now laughs about it. Or my friend who tried on a dress only to be told it would look good if she wore Spanx shapewear. Not surprisingly, she didn't buy it. Really? That's just plain rude.