Dear person who decided that we should change the hour forward (and backward for that matter),
I hate you with an undying passion.
I hope you guys have a lovely Monday, but not the guy (yes, I just know it’s a guy) who decided we should mess with the clock!
Dear woman behind the helpdesk in the Ikea,
I understand that working for the Ikea probably wasn’t your dream job. You probably dreamed of being an astronaut, or a hair dresser, or a spy, or maybe you dreamed of being a unicorn. I don’t know. But I do know that working behind that desk is the last thing that you thought you would be doing.
Yet, here you are. And here I am. We were destined to meet. Me, just trying to return a damaged item. You working to earn a living. (No, this is not going to be a love story!!!)
I also get that I’m just another customer. You don’t care. You just want this day to end. You’re probably tired. I get it! I really do. I don’t expect you to act all happy and cheerful. I don’t expect a big smile and applause when I walk up to the desk. Nor do I expect sunshine to shoot out of your ass. But I do expect you to treat me like a normal human being. I do expect you to show some decency and to actually greet me when I kindly say hallo. I get that your day probably sucked and we all have days that we just want to punch something, but I was really trying. I was trying to keep it short and to be kind. I was trying to make your day a little easier. It would have been nice if you tried too.
It turned out the item wasn’t damaged, I know, I’m just an idiot. I’m really sorry. However, this is still no reason to shove the item back into my hands and loudly shout next.
I don’t know why I even bothered saying goodbye. Because quite honestly, you just totally ruined my pretty decent day.
I really hope you guys have a better Monday!