Red Mosquito

Steve Albini wrote:Whenever there's active promotion on the part of somebody else, whenever I see somebody all dolled up for a fancy photograph and someone's handing out flyers or whenever there's active promotion for something like that, as an imposition on my day, I hate all those people and I want them to fail. I have a visceral reaction to advertising and promotion. There's just something about salesmanship that grates on me on a very base level and I react very negatively towards it. I want those people to suffer and I want their enterprises to fail.

Steve Albini wrote:Whenever there's active promotion on the part of somebody else, whenever I see somebody all dolled up for a fancy photograph and someone's handing out flyers or whenever there's active promotion for something like that, as an imposition on my day, I hate all those people and I want them to fail. I have a visceral reaction to advertising and promotion. There's just something about salesmanship that grates on me on a very base level and I react very negatively towards it. I want those people to suffer and I want their enterprises to fail.

theplatypus wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:i know who he is but i feel like there's another layer to your joke beyond the fact that he looks like a tree.

theplatypus wrote:

Steve Albini wrote:Whenever there's active promotion on the part of somebody else, whenever I see somebody all dolled up for a fancy photograph and someone's handing out flyers or whenever there's active promotion for something like that, as an imposition on my day, I hate all those people and I want them to fail. I have a visceral reaction to advertising and promotion. There's just something about salesmanship that grates on me on a very base level and I react very negatively towards it. I want those people to suffer and I want their enterprises to fail.

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durdencommatyler wrote:All I can do is apologize and try to be better, Ash. I know how gross and cruel I was yesterday and I know I'll feel terribly about it for a long time. As I should. I don't deserve to feel good right now. But I am sorry.

There was some good to come from you sharing that experience, actually. Last night we were short staffed and I had to help out a bit behind the bar (wasn't happy about it.) Some asshole came and asked me for water. Rather than do what I wanted to do (not even look up and instead point to the water jug halfway across the room like it was obvious) I smiled and poured her a water. It was a fake smile, and I didn't fill it up all the way because I was way too busy, but I knew it was better than being rude. Basically, I thought about your post and did the opposite.

Wow, you guys are bad at customer service

No we're not. I'm just not a bartender.

This is (one of) the same problem(s) in joe's story. You're assuming that your customers know as much about your job as you do. Knocking on the glass seems innocuous to people who don't work in glass booths. People standing behind bars look like bartenders. How is she supposed to know that you are some fancy Mr. Manager. And, btw, Mr. Manager should be demonstrating better customer service than rudely pointing at a jug of water and making people feel stupid for not knowing how this place that you spend every day in functions. Basic stuff, Mr. Manager

tragabigzanda wrote:Say Anything

EXT: A nice suburban home, sizable yard with good landscaping. LLOYD DOBLER exits his BLUE CHEVY MALIBU. He walks with purpose into the yard, pressing play on a large boombox stereo before raising it over his head. Phil Collins's "In Your Eyes" is projected from the stereo, while LLOYD directs the sound towards the house of his romantic pursuit, DURDENCOMMATYLER.

INT: The bedroom of DURDENCOMMATYLER. Posters for popular bands and theatrical plays adorn his walls; on his desk, trinkets and mementos typical of a white suburban teenager.

DURDENCOMMATYLER hears the song projected from LLOYD DOBLER'S boombox, and walks cautiously towards his bedroom window. He opens the window to better hear the music.

DURDENCOMMATYLER:
Hur-dur-gurbldy-dur!

DURDENCOMMATYLER crumples up a piece of paper and throws it out the window, in the general direction of LLOYD DOBLER.

Steve Albini wrote:Whenever there's active promotion on the part of somebody else, whenever I see somebody all dolled up for a fancy photograph and someone's handing out flyers or whenever there's active promotion for something like that, as an imposition on my day, I hate all those people and I want them to fail. I have a visceral reaction to advertising and promotion. There's just something about salesmanship that grates on me on a very base level and I react very negatively towards it. I want those people to suffer and I want their enterprises to fail.

Steve Albini wrote:Whenever there's active promotion on the part of somebody else, whenever I see somebody all dolled up for a fancy photograph and someone's handing out flyers or whenever there's active promotion for something like that, as an imposition on my day, I hate all those people and I want them to fail. I have a visceral reaction to advertising and promotion. There's just something about salesmanship that grates on me on a very base level and I react very negatively towards it. I want those people to suffer and I want their enterprises to fail.

tragabigzanda wrote:thanks Ruddo

Steve Albini wrote:Whenever there's active promotion on the part of somebody else, whenever I see somebody all dolled up for a fancy photograph and someone's handing out flyers or whenever there's active promotion for something like that, as an imposition on my day, I hate all those people and I want them to fail. I have a visceral reaction to advertising and promotion. There's just something about salesmanship that grates on me on a very base level and I react very negatively towards it. I want those people to suffer and I want their enterprises to fail.