June 10: Things that annoy me on FaceBook.

It’s been like a whole week since we have had a list – did you miss it? I have had to physically stop myself from writing lists for my blogs, but I couldn’t resist this one. Let me know if you have any to add or any comments to share! Don’t forget you can comment at the bottom of the post, too 🙂 You will also notice that I have developed somewhat of an obsession with someecards… Thanks Rach!

So, I give you : Things that annoy me on FaceBook.

The VagueBooking.

This is where someone writes something that is deliberately vague along the lines of  “Oh, I can’t do this anymore, Somebody  help me please!” which prompts someone to ask “OMIGOD! r u okayyyyyy?”. Then we get a status full of people asking what is wrong and how they can help, and of course, the ever present ” I luv youhhh” which is ignored by the status writer.

The “DW” and/or “I can’t say” comment.

Look, whenever I see someone post the DW comment the first thing the goes through my head is “When things trouble you, call DW! – Darkwiiiing Duck!” followed promptly by my keyboard. If you don’t want to talk about something, why put it on a networking site which is, after all, for speaking to people? Just don’t put it up! Same goes if you “can’t” talk about something.
For example:

• “OMG OMG OMG”
• What’s up
• SORRY I CAN’T SAY AT THE MOMENT!
• Then why have you even mentioned it on FaceBook you twit?

The “I’m too sexy for a shirt in any of my photos look at my biceps come at me girls” display pictures.

This picture says it way better than I ever could:

I don’t care about your abs, your pecs, or anything else. If I wanted to see photos of you shirtless every day, I would check myself into a somewhere that FaceBook was non-accessible so that I could receive help. Seriously, Men of the world: Women honestly don’t care that much, and the first thing they think when they see your 300 mobile uploads of your naked torso in the bathroom mirror is generally “What a Douche.”
Do us all a favour, yeah? Leave the shirt on.

The complaints about Time Line.

Are you ready for this, FaceBook users? Mark Zuckerberg doesn’t care if you don’t like the new timeline. Your pointless rants and statuses about it won’t change the fact that it is here and here it is to stay. Any sort of email or link you get which magically promises to remove timeline is spam and it won’t happen. Don’t forget, there was an uproar like this the last five times FB changed its format, and ever time you screamed for the “old” FaceBook back which is the one you were whinging about in the first place!

And Finally:

People who add friends off your list that they have never met or spoken with or even knew of their existence.

Ok, let’s be honest. These are the stupid reasons they are my FaceBook friends:

• I know them
• I interact with them
• I would say “hi” to them in the street because I recognise them.

These are the stupid reasons they are not your FaceBook friend:

• You don’t know them
• You don’t interact with them
• You wouldn’t say “hi” to them in the street because you don’t recognise them.

“Nuff said.

March 31: Have I become a pain in the back side customer?

I seriously must be one of those customers that Retail Staff hate to see.

For me, there is nothing so important in a shopping experience as the Customer Service I receive. And if it is not up to my standard, best you believe that I will be saying something, post-haste!

A lot of people can say anything they like about me, but my Customer Service is something that cannot be faulted. How do I know this? My consistent 95% plus customer service scores, for a start (I lost 5% for using colloquialisms). Also, the fact that I used to get people who would say to me “I love the way you serve me, that other person is too scowly/non-smiley/cranky

I am also a very conscientious customer. I greet every CSR, I am polite, I tip when I can. I think this entitles me to a decent service.

BUT…

Have I become the customer who demands service above what can reasonably given?
Have I become that bitch that people hide from, saying “bags not!” when I walk through the door?
And please tell me I haven’t become that little old person who annoys you with their incessant chattering!

I am seriously concerned that one day I will be the little old lady with 10 cats, lavender hair which is coiffed by an aged specialist beautician, with fluoro pink lipstick and garish blue eye shadow, that just has to show you my wallet photos of said cats on birthdays, who you hide from. You don’t hide out of meaness, for I will be a nice old lady. You hide out of sheer need, because I will talk your ear off for hours on end! And if you don’t chat with me, I will complain about the lack of customer service “these days.”

Wow… that was an off-branch.

Anyhoo… I don’t want to be that crazy person who demands you smile at me so I an see all your teeth. I want to be the person that people look forward to serving because of my awesomness.

I find myself, even now though I am only 20-something, thinking “When I was 14 and serving people, I definitely wasn’t a surely little cow!” and I am wondering  if I am setting myself up to being the customer that I fear most.

Have a look at my cats! This is Mittens, and Socks, and Rose-Petal and…