Well friends, I'm at it again. My occupation has once again dragged me back into working with the masses. I've been pretty quiet about the idiotic general public of late--feeling guilty for bitching and moaning, encouraged to keep it to myself and be thankful that I am, in fact, employed, and trying to extrude a bit of professional integrity (not get in trouble by my superiors who might be stalking my social networking).
But I just talked to "Diane", who is upset that the backpacks we make don't fit her. Our hipbelts extend all the way to 52 inches--too small for Diane. And our frames adjust all the way down to 15 inches--still too big for Diane. So Diane is shaped like a hamburger bun. What happens when people shaped like hamburger buns can't get a backpack to fit them? I get a phone call from them, pissed off.
And just now, "Dan" called with a similar complaint that my company is directly responsible for: Dan has gained a lot of weight since purchasing his jacket from us last year. He would like us to give him a new one for free. We said no. Dan became somewhat belligerent, "Now what am s'posed to do?? I've got a jacket that I can't wear anymore!!" Dan, your fatness is not my problem.
This is why I am here once again. God bless us all.
