I am working in a new position in an old field, so while I am new to this particular chair, I am old hat at the job. Every new chair comes with adjustments, though, and I am making mine. Today, a customer came in with incomplete and completely confuzzled information. No big deal. It’s something I could have sorted faster, had I been in this chair longer, and I thanked her for her patience with my tortoise-like speed. As she left, she looked over her shoulder and snarked, “I hope you learn your job.”
“Thanks!” I called back. Because what do you say to that?
People.
Working with the public makes me a better customer, I think. I don’t mean I’m a pushover customer. If you bring me my steak cooked well done when I asked for medium, I’m going to send it back. I won’t be a yotch about it, but I also won’t eat what I don’t want. If I have to wait behind a slow poke, I’m not going to be cranky with the cashier. I’m not even going to be cranky with Pokey because everyone knows there are days I need patience from other people.
Cruelty to service industry workers is a pet peeve of mine. Just because someone gets paid to cater to your needs, does not give you the right to go Lord and Master over them. I have refused to go out on second dates based on how a guy treated waitstaff.
In other news, I have a renewed fascination with the Jolly Rancher. I love this candy. I love how when you suck it down to a thin slab, you can curl it up with your tongue. And also, tasty!
