So why do I love customer service? I really don't know, I used to work on the complaints desk in a cheap-as-anything clothes shop (C&A!) and that was hard work, dealing with irate people every minute of the day, having to talk people down from their anger at not getting a refund for the £3 shirt they've obviously worn to death and all the while not losing your cool.
I loved it. And I was damned good at it. I miss it.
Today I was not in the slightest bit fazed at wearing the t-shirt, I wasn't in the slightest bit perturbed at the fact that we had "Suck it and see!" posters all over our stall when the very next stall to us was the Gay & Lesbian Society who were giving away condoms, I *monopolised* on that! One of the girls on that stall and I did a two-part harmony of the Star Trek theme to get people to come to our stalls! I was the one who was on my feet shouting out "Hi there!" to everyone and anyone who walked past, I was the one forcing people to take leaflets by shouting out "Free Stuff!" (we had pens and lollipops to give away).
You're not buying the "I'm shy" line now are you?