I am so fucking depressed
Oct. 10th, 2005 09:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
platedlizardI have no friends. Seriously. My life consists of going to work, coming home, cleaning up after my animals, and doing yardwork for my parents. If I go to the movies its with my parents. I don't have any friends my age, I never learned how to make them. The closest thing I have to real friends is Teh Internets, which isn't the same thing at all.
Yesterday I swore at a customer, and I feel awful about that, even though she (well they really, her hubby was there, too) deserved it. They wanted to buy a goldfish (fine) and a 'sucker fish' (I think they meant a pleco or algea eater) to go in a tank together. Guess what, goldfish only go with goldfish, and you don't really want to mix different body-types of goldfish, either. Goldfish are a temperate species, they prefer cooler water, AND they produce a shit-load of waste, ammonia that can burn other fish. They are also a big fish, they can grow to be about a foot long and should never live in a bowl, two goldfish in a 50 gallon aquarium is considered ideal.
Well, said customer got really pissy when I wouldn't sell them the pleco (which is another huge fish, they can get about 20 inches long!) for their ten gallon aquarium. No wonder their fish keep fucking dieing. They walk away mad (their choice), and then the bitch comes back while I am getting a pleco for a different customer who has a properly cycled, properly sized, and understocked tank! She procedes to bitch me out about the very few floaters we have in our store. Now, I don't like the fact that we have fish that die in our store, but that's life. Any organization that keeps a large number of fish in one place is going to have floaters, period. As a store we actually have very few, thanks to our use of vacation feeders, but there is still going to be a few dead tiger barbs because the evil things have no problem killing their ramming their buddies to death, as well as a few fish who, for whatever reason, don't deal with shipping very well. That isn't my fucking fault, so giving me a lecture on how angelic you are, and how evil I am is going to push my fucking buttons.
So I told her to Google her fish and actually do some research on the species she keeps. Actually I said 'Google your fucking fish.' Anyone who has done any kind of research on aquarium fish would know that goldfish can only go with other temperate species fish, which means they can basically go with other goldfish, white clouds (often sold as 'tropicals' they are actually from the same area goldfish are), and dojo loaches, which are native to Northernish Japan. That's it. Anything else would be too cold, get poisoned by the goldfish waste, or out-competed for food.
I am so lucky that she bitched to Robert about that, and not one of the other managers. He told me that he totally understood, that it wasn't totally my fault, and that if I didn't want to sell an animal to someone I didn't have to. The animals come first, even before customers, thank god. I just needed to be politer in the future, and if I started getting in over my head in anger like that to go get a manager and have them deal with it.
Oh, and the other custumer, the one who was actually doing things right with his fish? Totally fucking lied to my manager about me swearing. He said he hadn't heard me say anything rude at all. Sometimes customers are cool, too.
Yesterday I swore at a customer, and I feel awful about that, even though she (well they really, her hubby was there, too) deserved it. They wanted to buy a goldfish (fine) and a 'sucker fish' (I think they meant a pleco or algea eater) to go in a tank together. Guess what, goldfish only go with goldfish, and you don't really want to mix different body-types of goldfish, either. Goldfish are a temperate species, they prefer cooler water, AND they produce a shit-load of waste, ammonia that can burn other fish. They are also a big fish, they can grow to be about a foot long and should never live in a bowl, two goldfish in a 50 gallon aquarium is considered ideal.
Well, said customer got really pissy when I wouldn't sell them the pleco (which is another huge fish, they can get about 20 inches long!) for their ten gallon aquarium. No wonder their fish keep fucking dieing. They walk away mad (their choice), and then the bitch comes back while I am getting a pleco for a different customer who has a properly cycled, properly sized, and understocked tank! She procedes to bitch me out about the very few floaters we have in our store. Now, I don't like the fact that we have fish that die in our store, but that's life. Any organization that keeps a large number of fish in one place is going to have floaters, period. As a store we actually have very few, thanks to our use of vacation feeders, but there is still going to be a few dead tiger barbs because the evil things have no problem killing their ramming their buddies to death, as well as a few fish who, for whatever reason, don't deal with shipping very well. That isn't my fucking fault, so giving me a lecture on how angelic you are, and how evil I am is going to push my fucking buttons.
So I told her to Google her fish and actually do some research on the species she keeps. Actually I said 'Google your fucking fish.' Anyone who has done any kind of research on aquarium fish would know that goldfish can only go with other temperate species fish, which means they can basically go with other goldfish, white clouds (often sold as 'tropicals' they are actually from the same area goldfish are), and dojo loaches, which are native to Northernish Japan. That's it. Anything else would be too cold, get poisoned by the goldfish waste, or out-competed for food.
I am so lucky that she bitched to Robert about that, and not one of the other managers. He told me that he totally understood, that it wasn't totally my fault, and that if I didn't want to sell an animal to someone I didn't have to. The animals come first, even before customers, thank god. I just needed to be politer in the future, and if I started getting in over my head in anger like that to go get a manager and have them deal with it.
Oh, and the other custumer, the one who was actually doing things right with his fish? Totally fucking lied to my manager about me swearing. He said he hadn't heard me say anything rude at all. Sometimes customers are cool, too.
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-11 03:33 pm (UTC)And *&$%@*%@#!&#. I hate people who neglect their pets. I'm the person who can't watch movies about animals, it's just too sad.
(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-11 04:15 pm (UTC)