Background
Hubby and I just moved. He's been in a lot of pain and hasn't gotten much unpacked in the last week, so I've been living in a place that essentially looks like something out of "Hoarders." I also haven't been getting much to eat, since I can't afford food but I make too much to qualify for food stamps (and the food bank we went to this morning only serves senior citizens...their website didn't say that). So I was hungry, grouchy, and I had a headache.
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Mom and I were at the cell phone store. She was trying to get my phone transferred over to her account to save us a bit of money (I have to be reachable from work, and I don't like not having a phone on me when I'm walking to the bus stop at 5am).
The in-store music was blaring, it was hurting my head, and I told mom I needed to go outside and wait for her. The person manning the desk said (in a somewhat snotty tone of voice) "could you NOT go outside? Customers get counted by how often the door opens." That's fairly standard in retail, and to be fair, I'm not sure she (the clerk) knew I was hurting.
However, what I heard was "you matter to me only as a number in my computer" and in my mess-stressed, chronically-hungry, headachy state, I LOST IT. In a particularly vicious tone, asked her what part of "I'm in pain, your music is making it worse" was too difficult for her to comprehend, and I stormed out the door. I spent the next 30 minutes getting a lecture from my mom about how that kind of behavior is mean and cruel (I agree) which ended with my sobbing my eyes out about EVERYTHING that's been going on.
So yeah. That was my day. Next time someone is sucky to you, maybe it'll help to remember they may not have eaten that day (as I hadn't).
Hubby and I just moved. He's been in a lot of pain and hasn't gotten much unpacked in the last week, so I've been living in a place that essentially looks like something out of "Hoarders." I also haven't been getting much to eat, since I can't afford food but I make too much to qualify for food stamps (and the food bank we went to this morning only serves senior citizens...their website didn't say that). So I was hungry, grouchy, and I had a headache.
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Mom and I were at the cell phone store. She was trying to get my phone transferred over to her account to save us a bit of money (I have to be reachable from work, and I don't like not having a phone on me when I'm walking to the bus stop at 5am).
The in-store music was blaring, it was hurting my head, and I told mom I needed to go outside and wait for her. The person manning the desk said (in a somewhat snotty tone of voice) "could you NOT go outside? Customers get counted by how often the door opens." That's fairly standard in retail, and to be fair, I'm not sure she (the clerk) knew I was hurting.
However, what I heard was "you matter to me only as a number in my computer" and in my mess-stressed, chronically-hungry, headachy state, I LOST IT. In a particularly vicious tone, asked her what part of "I'm in pain, your music is making it worse" was too difficult for her to comprehend, and I stormed out the door. I spent the next 30 minutes getting a lecture from my mom about how that kind of behavior is mean and cruel (I agree) which ended with my sobbing my eyes out about EVERYTHING that's been going on.
So yeah. That was my day. Next time someone is sucky to you, maybe it'll help to remember they may not have eaten that day (as I hadn't).
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