Customer Service

The decline of social shopping is typically a direct response to society’s refusal to be subjugated to an insufficient response from ‘upper management’, to filter down proper marching order to facilitate the proper act of engaging a customer while in a retail environment.

How many times have you gone to buy a car and the guy wouldn’t take ‘NO’ for an answer. How many times have you been to the dentist (that reminds me, I have to get one) and had him or her try selling you a ‘special’ toothbrush, in that: “All your teeth will fall out if you don’t buy this now, and while they are running a ‘special’.

Why is that we have to lure the shopper and coax them into buying something, that if you took down all the smoke and mirrors, that looks simple, perhaps even cheep. I remember when the economy was up and disposable fashion was at an all time high, the daily retailer didn’t stock the stores with employees, but rather with clothes that would be overstuffed onto the racks and were falling off onto the floor with no one to pick them up. Now though, after the economy took a slump and retailers took a hard look at sales to square footage ratios, they found that they were loosing money on markdowns at the end of ever season. The stores staffing stayed at an industry standard low, and with the teen trend model working the cash register, what more can be said but no wonder that retail is failing!

Get me an eager person, who knows that it is hard to find a job out there to want to assist me and give great customer service, why else would I return? Do I really need another casual jacket or wrap-around scarf? Give me the goods good, and I’ll give my loyalty as a customer to return to those that take care of me best!

Winter Weight

Thought the seasons have come and gone, the tide of our diets are now in a slow up-swing. Never before have we, as a people, thought so intently on loosing those unshakable, unwanted pounds. Though this isn't a new fad by any stretch, it, now more than ever, has become a want of epidemic proportions.

Everyday, while skimming though my recorded television, during my fast-forwarding through the adverts, I notice, just how many ways we look at weight as an issue. Diet pills, drinks, pills, meals, pills, clinics, pills, pills pills...and the occasional weight loss program special with Dr. Good-Fella.

Then the trickle down effect takes occurs, the exercises equipment, the fitness gyms; all a side effect to the dietary need. And finally, the conclusion of the circus comes on hanger filled racks with pretty trim and accessories dangling in department windows..."This is the answer!" Perhaps two answers for that matter, one: I feel better when I shop; and two: Finding that next new now necessity that will not only look new and pretty, but will be specially fit to hide those unwanted curves.

Though nothing can fully answer the winter gloom (except a weekend getaway in Cancun), one thing is for certain, Spring is just around the corner. Perhaps not soon enough for some.

Earthquakes Shake My Pants!

In a time of struggle and strife, I wounder, what is the best next buy? Are we, now in the slow upswing of our recent recession, looking for the better buy, or greater still, not buying unless absolutely necessary?

The other day I strayed into a shop, of sorts, and sniffed about for that 'must have' item. In my ventures, I located a fascinating jacket with the most charming details. I said to myself, before I 'have to have it', I'd like to know how much my needs might be costing me. To my dismay, the cost was in the ballpark of $950. Not too too bad for a fine garment, but a jacket of this caliber and workmanship, wasn't deserving such a austere price tag.

Though my viewpoint may have been overshadowed by my lack of disposable fashion funds, I decreed then and there that this Need Vs. Want idiom should take hold; I found myself in the act of futility...it was helpless to contest reason. Perhaps next time fashion will prevail, but for now, for me, I resolve on knowing what I need is more pressing than my whimsical wants.