To my dearest Lady-who-serves-me-at-Brumby's,
For almost twelve months now, you have provided me with excellent service. From your welcoming smile to your knowledge of where to locate nutritional information.
I write to you this evening to inform you that at 1:55pm today, you broke my heart.
Over the time I have visited your store, I have been served by a large number of clueless children. I have shrugged off their lack of product knowledge (even the time I was told that there was no Pane Di Casa left, when I could clearly see at least four), knowing that the next time I visit the store, I can rely on you to give me what I'm looking for.
Today's visit, I just asked for something small, like a hot cross bun. You asked what kind I would like. I said "Just a traditional". You asked if I had tried a flavored one with chocolate. I told you that I'm not fussed on chocolate. You suggested I try an orange bun, just for something new. I thought "Why not." and took it back to work.
At work I took a bite.
It didn't taste like orange hot cross bun.
It tasted like betrayal!
The bun was laced with chocolate buds!!
I said that I wasn't fussed on chocolate!
Why would you offer me something that I just expressed disinterest in?!
I thought we had a good thing going!
I thought that there was an unspoken Sales-People-Who-Know-Their-Product bond going on!
Why would you do this to me?!
Things are never going to be the same.
I'm never going to be able to trust your opinion again!
I wont be asking for your advice in the future.
I'm sorry things had to end this way.
Sarah
Well, I had a pretty shit house day up until 3:30pm, today. The chocolate in the bun was really the icing on the cake.
Luckily, though, I was saved by Rory.
Dear Rory,
Thank you for taking me out for coffee.
Laughing about shit design/Jam Media really brightened my day!
"Comic Sans isn't even a font..." was one of the funniest lines I've heard in ages.
I really wish you would write a design blog!
Next time is my shout,
Sarah
I write to you this evening to inform you that at 1:55pm today, you broke my heart.
Over the time I have visited your store, I have been served by a large number of clueless children. I have shrugged off their lack of product knowledge (even the time I was told that there was no Pane Di Casa left, when I could clearly see at least four), knowing that the next time I visit the store, I can rely on you to give me what I'm looking for.
Today's visit, I just asked for something small, like a hot cross bun. You asked what kind I would like. I said "Just a traditional". You asked if I had tried a flavored one with chocolate. I told you that I'm not fussed on chocolate. You suggested I try an orange bun, just for something new. I thought "Why not." and took it back to work.
At work I took a bite.
It didn't taste like orange hot cross bun.
It tasted like betrayal!
The bun was laced with chocolate buds!!
I said that I wasn't fussed on chocolate!
Why would you offer me something that I just expressed disinterest in?!
I thought we had a good thing going!
I thought that there was an unspoken Sales-People-Who-Know-Their-Product bond going on!
Why would you do this to me?!
Things are never going to be the same.
I'm never going to be able to trust your opinion again!
I wont be asking for your advice in the future.
I'm sorry things had to end this way.
Sarah
Well, I had a pretty shit house day up until 3:30pm, today. The chocolate in the bun was really the icing on the cake.
Luckily, though, I was saved by Rory.
Dear Rory,
Thank you for taking me out for coffee.
Laughing about shit design/Jam Media really brightened my day!
"Comic Sans isn't even a font..." was one of the funniest lines I've heard in ages.
I really wish you would write a design blog!
Next time is my shout,
Sarah
Oh, and while I'm here, one more letter to a little someone who walked past yesterday.
Dear Clint,
I'm sorry I called you "Pascoe's Bitch".
Please stop looking at me in sad-face.
I still stand by what I wrote, even if I was a tad inebriated.
Don't get upset. Prove me wrong.
Lots of Lovc
Sarah
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