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Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Complaint Department

It has been brought to our attention that we have been publishing too many complaints. No one wants to hear complaints. That's why you have to pay a therapist hundreds of dollars to listen to your complaints. That's why therapists steal glimpses at the clock and suppress yawns. Complaints are negative. They are whiney and draining. They bore people and make them want to flee into another state. They make the complainer seem a little bit crazy and very unappreciative of the good things in life, the beauty in nature, the kindness of strangers who aren't mean. From here on in we will only be publishing compliments and sunsets, surrounded whenever possible by smiley faces and accompanied by lovely music. No more politics, war, crime or pollution. No anxiety, depression and other mental illness. No suffering or rage. We will post photos of babies and animals, especially cats. We will tell jokes and do everything to cheer you up. If you want complaints you will have to look elsewhere on the Internet.  We have gone out of the misery business.

9 comments:

JES said...

Uh-huh. You've just opened the door to an endless succession of bureaucratic reshuffling and restructuring, as they introduce all the new meta-complaint initiatives: "Press 1 if you'd like to complain about our complaint department, 2 if you'd like to complain about a specific complaint filed by someone else, 3 if you'd like to complain about the banishment of misery...

(One of these days some smart-aleck is going to invent a phone keypad which accepts decimal points, so the menu options can be built of categorized hierarchies: press 1.1 for X, 1.2 for slight-variation-1 of X, etc.)

My job with the City requires me to handle citizen "trouble reports" submitted at our Web site about things like potholes and missing street signs and malfunctioning traffic signals. (I don't actually fix any of these problems. Ye gods, no. I just route the reports to the proper personnel.) Oh, the things I get to read...

Storm Dweller said...

I forsee a number of Human Resources issues as a result of this restructure. You will need many forms similar to these in your near future. I suggest you stock up on printer paper.

The Querulous Squirrel said...

JES: I love the term "trouble reports." That's what I should call my psychotherapy intakes. It's quite accurate. A decimal keypad would be great.

Storm: I cannot believe your Hurt Feelings Form. It is hilarious.

Thomma Lyn said...

Heh.

Pictures of cats are well and good, but what if the cats are complaining? I have a big, fuzzy orange boy kitty who's complaining right now -- "Mrow! Mrow! MRRROWW!" though I can't quite figure what about. ;)

The Querulous Squirrel said...

I had no doubt what about this morning when I stepped back and right onto a paw that was too closely following me. Cat complaints are a major problem in general. Good point. Maybe puppies?

Shelly Lowenkopf said...

Thanks for letting us see your last complaint. Unfortunately, it did not meet our needs. We are,however, impressed by the quality of your complaints to the point where we would be happy to consider your next.

Sincerely,
The Editors

P.S. Sorry--we can't seem to get anyone to sign these notices.

The Querulous Squirrel said...

Sorry. This is unacceptable. Albeit a rejection, it is a compliment and not a complaint. Try again.

Shelly Lowenkopf said...

We were just saying that to be polite. We really didn't like your complaint.

The Querulous Squirrel said...

Now perfect example of the whiney complaint we will no longer tolerate. Excellent!