First...I hate Comcast Cable. Five weeks ago I started complaining about an issue with my internet. Today...I finally drag my kids for the 3rd time into the Comcast office and get told by the service technician supervisor that they couldn't have possibly hurt anything on their last unannounced visit to my home where a technician spent 90 minutes in my attic messing with wiring and instead my router must have magically gone bad on the same day and he'll send a technician out if I pay him SEVENTY dollars to do that.
And help me if I didn't say, "I'm not paying you a damn thing." Yes. I did.
And then he GAVE ME A LECTURE about how as a retired 1st sargeant he knows that to get respect I have to give respect. At which point I interrupted him and said...oh right...the kind of respect you've given me by not returning calls and making me track you down over the last 5 weeks to get told this?
And lets just say it went downhill from there.
There is a reason I do not deal with customer service issues in our house. My husband, the ultimate shmoozer, ALWAYS handles it because I get heated quickly and when I get heated things don't go well ususally.
At least I know this is a character flaw and I embrace it and really do TRY to keep my cool.
Today it didn't work. Ok honestly...today I didn't even really try.
But darn it all when I stomped out of that office if the first thing I didn't want to do was go running.
AND THAT WAS LIKE GETTING ICECREAM!
Just look at that smile.
I call this a huge improvement in my stress management techniques.