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I DO! And I know what you mean about people who come in and treat you like you're their slave or something. I'm sorry but I do NOT make enough money to be treated like something lower than a human being by some pompous ass. And I also probably should look for a better job, but I too really like my co-workers. And I'm afraid my next job will just suck more :|
Well, I'm glad not only that someone has read this, but has also related to it. It seems like we're on the same boat. It's kind of sad, because this probably goes on everywhere. I don't know why people can't be a little more kinder during their visit to a store. I always get customers that brighten up my day by just talking to them for the 30 seconds of the transaction I have with them. There's also awesome regulars that come in and talk to me, it makes the job feel worth it, but when you go through shit like this, it makes you just want to drop everything and quit.
I had to deal with that hell with three separate jobs. Never again.
I always always always try and make it a point to smile and be friendly to clerks, if only to give them at least one customer's moment of relief. Occasionally, I've intentionally asked the most brain-dead questions I can come up with, just to extend the moment of reprieve; something a couple cool customers did to me when I was on the other side of the counter.
The memories being drudged up from this. Eeeugh. I have a million I could tell.
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I DO! And I know what you mean about people who come in and treat you like you're their slave or something. I'm sorry but I do NOT make enough money to be treated like something lower than a human being by some pompous ass. And I also probably should look for a better job, but I too really like my co-workers. And I'm afraid my next job will just suck more :|
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I always always always try and make it a point to smile and be friendly to clerks, if only to give them at least one customer's moment of relief. Occasionally, I've intentionally asked the most brain-dead questions I can come up with, just to extend the moment of reprieve; something a couple cool customers did to me when I was on the other side of the counter.
The memories being drudged up from this. Eeeugh. I have a million I could tell.
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