Have you seen that commercial where a couple visits an architectural firm, and after being shown the architectural wonders the firm has done, they are asked "So what can I do for you?"
And they plop down a Moen faucet and say "Design a house around this."
A similar thing happened to me the other day. I'm at the paint desk, doing some extremely interesting paper work, when this 30ish woman decked out in diamonds and sapphires and rubies and whatnot approaches the desk. Gucci glasses, designer everything on her. Anyway...
She plops down this God awful ugly pillow and says "Excuse me, I need some help."
*sidenote- Dammit! I just spilled coffee on myself! Hot hot hot!*
I walk over to her and ask how I can help. Here's where it gets fun.
SC: "I'm redecorating my house, and can't figure out the color scheme."
Me: "Okay."
SC: "What I need you to do is pick out 3 colors that match this pillow. The couch, chair and curtains are of this fabric. So I need a color for the walls, an accent color, and one for the trim."
Me: "I'm sorry, ma'am, but I can't do that.
SC: *snobby/snotty* "Why not?"
Me: "Because I'm not a decorator. I can show you the general field of colors, but I won't chose them for you."
SC: "That's ridiculous! Get me a manager!"
Me: *sigh* "Okay. Excuse me while I call him"
I place the call, and he comes over. He approaches the SC and
ZM: "What can I do for you, ma'am?"
SC: "This person won't help me! I simply asked for him to pick out some colors that match this pillow, and he refuses to help!"
ZM: "Is that true, Knightmare?"
Me: "Well, yes and no. She wants me to pick the colors for her. And since I have no idea what the room looks like, and since I have no training in home decorating, I won't do that. But I did tell her that I would show her the general color schemes."
ZM: "Ahh."
SC: "But you work in the paint department. Obviously you know what colors go with one another!"
Me: "Yes, to a certain degree. However, as I said, I have no idea what your room looks like. And probably any decorator will tell you that the size and shape of a room are very important to the colors that go into it."
ZM: "That's true." *Wow. He agreed with me!*
Me: "Ma'am, I'm really not trying to be difficult. I'm just not qualified to do what you want. I'm not a decorator, never have been. If you've seen my house, you'd know what I mean. Everything is neutral."
SC: "So you refuse to help me!"
ZM: "Knightmare's not actually refusing. He's willing to help you narrow it down. I would suggest hiring a decorator. They get paid to pick the colors for you."
SC: "Absolutely ridiculous! I'm taking my business elsewhere!"
Me: "If that's what you prefer."
SC snatches her butt ugly pillow and storms out. ZM looks at me and shrugs.
Me: "If she kept on about it, I would have picked out 3 random colors, just to shut her up."
ZM: "Well, you just can't please some people. I would have hired a decorator, especially when it came to colors that awful."
We both laughed and went on our merry ways.
Granted, the situation could have been handled better. However, she just could not come to grips that I am not a home decorator. I have never seen her house. I haven't seen the room. I don't know what furniture is in there. I don't know the window placements. How high are the ceilings? Are they cathedral? Vaulted?
I have no idea.
Besides, I didn't want to choose the colors and have her upset at me when she didn't like them (after the room was painted, of course).
I'm not a decorator. I don't get paid decorator money. You have rings on your finger worth more than my house. Pay someone that knows what they are doing.
Cheapskate.
And they plop down a Moen faucet and say "Design a house around this."
A similar thing happened to me the other day. I'm at the paint desk, doing some extremely interesting paper work, when this 30ish woman decked out in diamonds and sapphires and rubies and whatnot approaches the desk. Gucci glasses, designer everything on her. Anyway...
She plops down this God awful ugly pillow and says "Excuse me, I need some help."
*sidenote- Dammit! I just spilled coffee on myself! Hot hot hot!*
I walk over to her and ask how I can help. Here's where it gets fun.
SC: "I'm redecorating my house, and can't figure out the color scheme."
Me: "Okay."
SC: "What I need you to do is pick out 3 colors that match this pillow. The couch, chair and curtains are of this fabric. So I need a color for the walls, an accent color, and one for the trim."
Me: "I'm sorry, ma'am, but I can't do that.
SC: *snobby/snotty* "Why not?"
Me: "Because I'm not a decorator. I can show you the general field of colors, but I won't chose them for you."
SC: "That's ridiculous! Get me a manager!"
Me: *sigh* "Okay. Excuse me while I call him"
I place the call, and he comes over. He approaches the SC and
ZM: "What can I do for you, ma'am?"
SC: "This person won't help me! I simply asked for him to pick out some colors that match this pillow, and he refuses to help!"
ZM: "Is that true, Knightmare?"
Me: "Well, yes and no. She wants me to pick the colors for her. And since I have no idea what the room looks like, and since I have no training in home decorating, I won't do that. But I did tell her that I would show her the general color schemes."
ZM: "Ahh."
SC: "But you work in the paint department. Obviously you know what colors go with one another!"
Me: "Yes, to a certain degree. However, as I said, I have no idea what your room looks like. And probably any decorator will tell you that the size and shape of a room are very important to the colors that go into it."
ZM: "That's true." *Wow. He agreed with me!*
Me: "Ma'am, I'm really not trying to be difficult. I'm just not qualified to do what you want. I'm not a decorator, never have been. If you've seen my house, you'd know what I mean. Everything is neutral."
SC: "So you refuse to help me!"
ZM: "Knightmare's not actually refusing. He's willing to help you narrow it down. I would suggest hiring a decorator. They get paid to pick the colors for you."
SC: "Absolutely ridiculous! I'm taking my business elsewhere!"
Me: "If that's what you prefer."
SC snatches her butt ugly pillow and storms out. ZM looks at me and shrugs.
Me: "If she kept on about it, I would have picked out 3 random colors, just to shut her up."
ZM: "Well, you just can't please some people. I would have hired a decorator, especially when it came to colors that awful."
We both laughed and went on our merry ways.
Granted, the situation could have been handled better. However, she just could not come to grips that I am not a home decorator. I have never seen her house. I haven't seen the room. I don't know what furniture is in there. I don't know the window placements. How high are the ceilings? Are they cathedral? Vaulted?
I have no idea.
Besides, I didn't want to choose the colors and have her upset at me when she didn't like them (after the room was painted, of course).
I'm not a decorator. I don't get paid decorator money. You have rings on your finger worth more than my house. Pay someone that knows what they are doing.
Cheapskate.
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