All it takes is one bad customer to ruin your day, if you let them.
Instead, I focus on the good customers, like the little old lady who makes it a point to find me every time she comes into the store, just because she likes talking to me. Or the people who see me outside of work and point me out as the helpful young man at Wal-Mart. Or the look of gratitude and tears of joy when I helped a mother find the right ingredients for a special dinner for her son who was shipping off to Iraq.
So what if I deal with a bad customer? It's the good ones that I focus on.
Instead, I focus on the good customers, like the little old lady who makes it a point to find me every time she comes into the store, just because she likes talking to me. Or the people who see me outside of work and point me out as the helpful young man at Wal-Mart. Or the look of gratitude and tears of joy when I helped a mother find the right ingredients for a special dinner for her son who was shipping off to Iraq.
So what if I deal with a bad customer? It's the good ones that I focus on.


I feel kind of nasty saying that though, since I honestly don't believe Walton ever intended to create a company that's just as famous (if not more so) for their worker's rights violations and scummy business practices as they are for their low, low prices.
The store essentially just rewarded people for being morons. It makes me so mad having to suffer so many fools, and them getting what they want despite being total idiots that can't read a freaking ad correctly.

