you don't have to disclose anything, just because people ask you a question (especially random dudes) dose not mean they are entitled to the truth, or even an answer alltogether.
i had a random dude ask if he could ask me a personal question and i said "no, i do not answer personal questions from strangers". he asked anyway and i declined to comment (it was gender related, the poo face)
yeah, analysing the behavior of customers is quite odd. customer service is becoming more and more about extreme in the emotional labour department. it's almost like people expect us to be their therapists--this used to be expected of hairdressers and manicurists but now it's rampant. and many seem to act outrageously in a setting in which they are a customer when they otherwise wouldn't--it's like an arena of catharsis for those who don't want to let their circle know they have issues.
it hurts, I know. You think you're having a good day and then someone wriggles in too far. Especially in hospitality/retail. People expect the world over.
I'm glad I have writing. And currently, an old friend back who is now my best fucking friend. For life. I have one of those now. He'd come running with Monty Python and parody my bad mood, knowing that it would either make me incredibly agitated or incredibly giggly. Both provide physical release.
I'm still angry at myself for disclosing medical history to the exchange program. They would never have fucking known otherwise. And surely regular people have bad days too? Why are we made to feel so guilty and responsible, surely other people have bouts of slowness or depression or agitation too??
yes, regular people do have bad days, but the thing is, straight white men are held to such low standards in the department of emotional labour and are given such leeway in behavior and skill that slowness or seeming depression in the workplace would most likely go entirely unnoticed. being queer, or of color, or female, or transgendered makes your life and personal dealings public in the eyes of many customers. you are expected to be empathetic and understanding as a minority, servile and subservient because that is what you are used to and what is in your history, compliant because you are assumed to be at a low level of intelligence, perky, smiling and performative because you exist to be just like those dressed up disney characters at disney land--fantasy objects in the realm of someone else's journey, meant to keep up with their particular illusion. combine that with having a very valid reason why you might have a few more bad days than most and an encounter with a customer pressuring you to divulge personal information can be
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you don't have to disclose anything, just because people ask you a question (especially random dudes) dose not mean they are entitled to the truth, or even an answer alltogether.
i had a random dude ask if he could ask me a personal question and i said "no, i do not answer personal questions from strangers". he asked anyway and i declined to comment (it was gender related, the poo face)
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I'm glad I have writing. And currently, an old friend back who is now my best fucking friend. For life. I have one of those now. He'd come running with Monty Python and parody my bad mood, knowing that it would either make me incredibly agitated or incredibly giggly. Both provide physical release.
I'm still angry at myself for disclosing medical history to the exchange program. They would never have fucking known otherwise.
And surely regular people have bad days too? Why are we made to feel so guilty and responsible, surely other people have bouts of slowness or depression or agitation too??
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