That'll Be The Last Time I Ask...

So I am a member of 20 Something Bloggers. A place for just for bloggers in the 20's. One forum I participated in was "The Official How Can I Improve My Blog" forum. I though it would be nice to get come constructive feedback on my content. Granted, it's my blog, I write whatever I want and feel and I wont be changing that, I was just curious. So this is the response I got from a fellow 20SB member:

Hi Delainey, I saw you hadn't gotten any feedback yet so I thought I'd check out your blog!     The first thing I noticed was that it's very busy. You've got every kind of possible feed going on and things scrolling on your sidebar and a bright yellow background. It kind of made my head hurt after a while. However, I guess this matches your personality because you use a lot of italics, bold, capital letters, and exclamation points so you seem like a really enthusiastic/excitable person. Not my style, but you seem to have a good number of readers, so it's working for you to some extent. Your content seems pretty scarce. I mean, most of your content seems to be blog memes (questionnaires, song linkups, Wordless Wednesday, soliciting reader questions). When you take the initiative to write something yourself it's mostly a few paragraphs complaining about something or other going on in your life. As a visitor, I don't see anything that really makes me want to stay and read. Nothing particularly thoughtful or helpful, just a lot of dramatic whining. I mean, the tag that has the second-highest number of posts out of all your tags is "Bleh." I'm sorry if this sounds harsh, but I can't think of a nicer way to put it!    You asked for honest feedback, and this is what I see. Even though you're probably not liking me too much right now, I'm going to offer some unsolicited advice, and that is to really put some effort into communicating with your future husband. Right now I don't get the sense that you have a trusting and mutually respectful relationship, and you can't be running off to post something every time he does something that annoys you. If you don't want him to leave the vacuum in the middle of the room, you have to tell him instead of just leaving it and hoping he'll get the hint. If you want him to say thank you more often, tell him that's important to you. Check out the book Spousonomics for a better way to approach household chores; the book The Five Love Languages for understanding how you show and expect love; and the podcast One Extraordinary Marriage for advice on building all levels of intimacy (physical, emotional, financial, etc.). Good luck with your blog, your upcoming wedding, and your marriage!

Maybe I am being a tad bit defensive but isn't this a tad bit rude? I mean, I feel like she's critiquing my life. And the comments about T & I's relationship? Who does this beeotch think she is commenting about my life and relationship!? Looks to me someone needs to get off their high horse.

I guess that is the last time I'll ever ask for Blog feedback. I love my blog, and I write whatever I feel. I never planned on writing something profound every day. I just planned on writing about me, my life, my stories, my marriage.

P.S Dramatic Whining? Last time I checked expressing one's feelings was a healthy action...

How May I (Passive Aggressively) Direct Your Call?

So when I am on the operator lines at work (p.s, I love this  photo to the right, but thank God we don't work switchboards anymore) I normally NEVER get any rude callers. I know I give excellent service to any individual with an inquiry (yes, that sounds narcissistic but those are the words right out of my superiors mouth). I walk students and future students, step by step through tedious processes, answer almost ALL questions accurately and in the event where I do not know an answer, I direct their call to the proper place. TODAY for some reason, I received an abnormal amount of rude callers, all of which I handled with my normal niceness, EXCEPT  for this one man.


His daughter was interested in some medical technical program. Me, knowing not much about the program I transferred him to the Health Sciences and Human Services division to receive information. Literally one minute later this man calls again, irate. According to him the man in the HSHS division is incompetent, doesn't know how to do his job, sounds like he doesn't even know where he is working etc. He demanded to be transferred but not to the man in reception. I tried to explain to him that I could only transfer him to HSHS but he could gain more information and more easily on the division website. Then he decided to criticize my speech and the way I pronunciate.

At this point, whatever he was said after that sounded like, "Wha, Wha, Wha wha wha", exactly how adults sound in Peanuts cartoons, and I am thinking "You freaking a-hole and your snarky b.s comments, I am trying to help you and you are being nothing but a rude jerk." He demanded I found him another person to be transferred to, so I directed him to the MLT program offices. Promptly one minute later this man calls back again, even more pissed, in absolute shock that I would even transfer him there. He demanded to be transferred to the President. This is where I decide to stop helping him (which, for the sake of my job and the college, was a bad idea, but I didn't care. I do not need, nor deserve to be talked to like that.) I proceed to speak in my friendly tone and tell him, "Oh certainly, one moment please" then I purposely transfered him to a random number. Of course he calls back again demanding to be transferred to the right office. I apologized for the mistaking stating, " I am sorry sir, the extensions are one digit off, please hold while I transfer you through", then (MUAHAHAHAHA) in my passive aggressive evilness I redirected him to another random office.

He did not call back again and needless to say, his daughter probably will not be attending the college. Do I care? No. People should know better than to be rude to me (or anyone!) over the phone. If you piss me off I WILL magically forget every piece of information I could give you, tell you something that is helpful not even close to true and transfer you to the WRONG department. End of story. Don't bite the hand that feeds you, because we bite back.