The customer is always right

So i'm currently in an Event Management course. It's mandatory to do a module on customer service and collegues.

We're given a task during our break where we have to observe any places of business that deals with customer service e.g. Restaurants, retail outlet, bank etc. I prefer to spend my two week break sleeping, youtube-ing random shit and complaining to people that my days are tedious and dull.

So here I am, fabricating a horrible experience that I had in a non-existent restaurant. It's turning out so well that i'm starting to believe it's fucking true. There was a second where I was actually outraged that I was mistreated and given the wrong order, glared at and belittled. I feel like taking it a step further and say that I was spat at and told to die, but that would sound unbelievably suss.


I'll get back to it. I havent even started on how the food was.

Well then

I'd be deceitful if I said that I was creating this blog because of the amount of time I have on my hands. I'm neck deep in assessments, but I feel like I need to reveal my nonsense to the world. I do enough of that already, but I'll reach out to the internet folk. I'll cram this blog with golden details of my uneventful (maybe) weekend, discuss my sleep talking (sometimes walking) habits, show you what I want but can't afford, probably throw in some bitchy things to keep things in order and whatever shit that comes my way.


Shit like, how i've discovered the lusciousness of the Brussel Sprout.



Have I lost you or won you over?