So here is a take on client services, from an experience I had over the weekend. I was covering for my Dad at the rental agency, manning the counter, doing the bookings, reservations and turning around cars etc.. or so I thought.. I've been in the client services field for a while now.. four - five years now, noting the body language, tones, gestures .. Over the years it turns to a form of art like mimes ( if you call that art ). At my workplace I am the top dawg, the shite, the-man-to-go-to ( or so I think, yes the ego has landed ).
What I did forget where the initial years, when it did feel like a form of art, the adult industry sort of art. At this point I am going to pause and state that I am not one who is going to deny that I've watched adult oriented (pornographic ) material. Yes I have, some rather bizaare stuff too. Stuff that you wish you hadn't seen before... ANYWAY!, back to the point.. my initial years in customer service was very much artsy.. pornographic, gangbanging artsy. The sort of feeling you'd feel after being violated by a melon artsy.
And thats how my weekend was. Still very sore, very raw, rather amused, grimacing at the fact that I have one more weekend to bear and stay with much more respect for those daring women in the sex industry ( men too I suppose, haven't checked that scene before.. 'the women never camee!!!..'* )
I remain
Yours truely ( and sorely)
GJ
* -> for those who recognized that line from 40 year old virgin .. or was that from another movie ?
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