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customer is god

The title says it all... not quite. I suppose it means we wanna hate'em but somehow we bound to love 'em eventhough they tend to create tsunami in you and of cause with particular reasons that my level of intelligence would understand.

This lady together with her brother came into my shop yesterday wanted to do name card (well some sophisticated people call it "call card", an important knowledge that I should know and don't really give a fuck though). They want a simple black and white name card. I served them on the spot eventhough there is lots of orders pending to be delivered (I am a very busy man, if I am free, I'll be busy playing my DOTA). She sat down and explain what she want and I start designing the way she want it. After we were done... I printed out the design with the exact measurement and design and typing and all lhat shit for her to verify. (You know that, there are some people who really cannot imagine stuff just by looking from the monitor eventhough they are some high educated person aka professionals aka lawyer. They retarding in so many interesting way). They look at the design and asked me to change some of the details. I mean what the fuck, why don't you notice it before I print it out. You stare at the monitor for like what five sex intercourse ago + rest + ciggies. KNN. Cheebye. Fine, I changed the details and printed it again (Oh btw, before I printed the layout, I did ask them to verify)...

SAME FUCKING THING HAPPENED! Enuff said, I changed the details and printed out the layout again. Thank god, this time they say ok. The layout of the design printed out is for their own keep so that they can double check them tomorrow when they come and collect their name cards.

The next day, they came and collect the name cards. They rejected them, saying what kind of name card is this. I told them that this is according to the design that they agreed yesterday. I even took the already made name card and place it beside the layout that I designed according to her. They were exactly the same. And do you know what the fuck they said?

"This is your layout. It's a A4 size but your design is in the middle, (see, real measurement of name card with design) the large unprinted around the your designed name card blur me up. I thought it suppose to be nice. You see, is this call a name card ar?" *throw the the already made name card on the table*

KNNNBECCB!!! What kind of reason is that? I mean who on earth besides those assholes who blame God for some bridge wreckage or suggesting building LRT to attract tourist. Maybe they are related, I dunno...I was speechless that time. I don't really officially possesed the customer service skills ok... My partner came to me and took over. That time I can throw myself into the sea and pollute worse than Exxon.

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