The Print Job

As I waited in line at the Office Depot print shop, an unhappy customer started berating one of the ladies who worked there. He said, “I’ve been waiting thirty minutes to get my stuff printed. This is the worst customer service I’ve ever experienced. I want your name so I can report you to the corporate office.” I remember saying shit like that to people all the time. I would get upset over the smallest thing and threaten someone’s job over it. You want to know how many times I called the corporate office? ZERO. I used that empty threat to make someone feel stress. I felt sorry for the clerk for having to endure the abuse. But I also felt sorry for the man who verbally attacked her because he pays a price for his behavior, one he’s completely unaware of. I spent most of my life paying that price, existing in a constant state of turmoil and anger. And for an addict, these mental states are lethal.

1 thought on “The Print Job”

  1. Hi,
    Not true…
    Customer service in America sucks. No one cares about there job. Most CS are rude and incompetent. I am not an addict. I am actually a very happy lady. I just believe that the majority of people are not doing there jobs.
    Stop assuming people are dependent on drugs because they are annoyed with a situation.
    By the way, your book was very entertaining. Although I find mist of your begavior unforgivable. I am glad you are sober and the community is safe. I hope your children have found it in their hearts to accept you. For that they should be commended as saints.
    Best of luck,
    Please do the right thing and stay sober.

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