April 09, 2007
The Kind Surgeon
Man, talk about customer service. Back when I worked at the C-market, we were required to adhere our lips to customer ass with KrazyGlue, lest we get a tongue-lashing from the surly-assed brass. "If we don't fellate the customer, they'll spend their money at Whole Foods!" said the terror in their eyes, as I stuck on my Arlie Hochschild-approved smile and kept my yap shut when rude customers asked me to toss their dirty napkins into my trashcan. So I am actually glad to receive mediocre customer service from people earning less than $9/hr. However, once they start inching their way up the tax brackets, I start wanting a little support, especially when I am looking for someone to cut me open and break my shit. Which is why choosing a surgeon for Bowl Dismantlement 2007 has been so trying. Surgeons are busy, their support staff taxed, and good luck getting through to get your questions answered.
To my utter shock and joy, today, I e-mailed the final contender in SurgeonSearch, a guy out in L.A. and he returned my note with a detailed letter TWO HOURS LATER. He also said that he was currently overseas, otherwise he would have CALLED ME.
That's KrazyGlue I can live with.
ADDENDUM:
I in no way regretted missing YLT for BOS. I just felt my ascending aorta tear a little bit because I didn't get to gawk at...
McNooooooooo!
Hot tubby feminist guitar man! HOT!!!
Posted by Zerd at April 9, 2007 05:32 PM