“You’ll be missed” is something my husband Michael says when we’re discussing the frustrations of dealing with bureaucracies and bad customer service.
Here’s an example:
Me: My drum teacher didn’t show up for my first lesson and when I contacted several people in the company to complain and explain what I needed, nobody did anything! I’m never going to use Guitar Center again.
Michael: You’ll be missed.
That phrase, for me, sums up the frustration and helplessness of dealing with uncaring entities. They’re not going to miss me, at all.
And that hurts. Why won’t they miss me? Is there something about me that doesn’t matter? Would Guitar Center miss me if I was somebody else, like a more effectively assertive man or a known musician?
No matter where I’ve worked, I’ve gone out of my way to let the customers/clients/patients know that they WOULD be missed if they decided to leave. So why can’t others do the same for me?
Well, as a wise person I miss once told me, “Don’t expect you from them.”
You’ll be missed if you leave this blog, with images like these:
You’ll be missed — the Daily Bitch.
Here’s what I find on YouTube when I search for “you’ll be missed.”
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You’ll be missed if you don’t share thoughts and feelings, below, and thanks to all who help me believe that I would be missed, including YOU!
Guitar Centre sounds disorganized and indifferent, at best. If they treat their employees the way that they treat you, I am guessing that your drum teacher quit before seeing you that day. There’s probably an interesting series of mini dramas behind your bad experience. I hope you can find another drum teacher, maybe somebody who isn’t associated with a big business like that. A student from the local music college, maybe? Looking forward to hearing your drumming
I would never miss a comment from you, Maureen, because they are all so helpful!
You’ll be missed. That’s what all my friends told me when I left Seattle. But it was only when I returned for a visit and a party-full of them turned up at the Blue Moon Tavern to see me again that I began to believe it. And when Sheelah calls to tell me of a death in the Blue Moon family. And when Hall Zooms me and we talk for two hours without even realizing the time. I miss them all, but thanks to the interwebs we needn’t miss each other with no respite.
Very heartwarming, Barbara.
It isn’t personal at all…. And I love Michael’s support. That’s the best possible personal.
I love your support, Val!
Customer service is something I take very seriously because I think everyone matters. Some places don’t take it seriously, which I don’t understand. I never go back to those places. Maybe they don’t miss me but that’s okay. I don’t miss them either.
Your thoughts matter and help so much, Chris.
it seems so counterintuitive to treat a customer poorly, though not all businesses understand this until it’s way too late, then they understand
If they miss that customer service counts, they’ll be missing customers.
You will be missed. Unfortunately, a lot of people don’t take pride in what they do so they become disinterested, the company they represent lose out. So you will be missed by the company.
So true.
I can say after following your drum lesson tale of woe, Ann, that you treat people way better than the folks at the Guitar Center, and people who relate with either can tell that without a doubt.
You don’t miss much, Mark!