So this past month has been a trial with my car constantly needing repairs--so far $2,000 worth--and my friends giving me flack for feeling frustrated about it, calling me negative and getting mad if I don't take their advice, which I'm not obligated to do. On top of that I'm a girl and we get cranky. Add to that the stress of the office job and often having to work 7 days a week. So yeah, I don't want to go to the retail job but I need the money.
So I walk into the usual chaos today and that puts me off immediately, as it always does. My first transaction is an older, probably retired couple with approximately 8,964 cheap chotchkes from the dollar section that never scan. I'm just irritated because the more large transactions I have per day the more I hurt that night. But I have to ring them up so I do. OK, I'm not overly chatty as usual, but I am polite and efficient. I have to hand-type numbers in which is annoying but I don't chuck the items in the bag or anything like that. I abide by their bagging requests but inside I'm annoyed.
I had a plan before they ever got the stuff on the counter: a large bag for lightweight items including a stack of "straw" hats (really just plastic and $3 apiece). No harm was going to come to them, but they want them separately bagged. I abide.
To save plastic I put food items in with some non-food because no harm will be done. I would never put it in with chemicals or anything that would leak; I'm not stupid. Of course she says "Let's take the food out from the other stuff" and she re-bags it. Whatever. I say nothing because let them have what they want. No skin off my nose.
And that's when she tells me I look frustrated. I guess you could see it on my face but I can't help that. The face has a ton of muscles and micro-expressions are a thing. What am I supposed to say to that? That she's the one annoying me? That I hate my job? That I'm there for the money? That I've been doing this for 20 years and I know how to bag? I can't say anything of the sort. So I say something about wishing the items would scan better and add in a singsong voice that "I can punch them in, though!" I hate myself for that.
Things I wish I could've said without getting in trouble:
--"Yes, we humans do have feelings from time to time."
--"Yes, most people in retail have a frustrating time."
--"Frustrated is my base nature."
What's really infuriating is that it makes me feel guilty for feeling. I feel like I'm a bad employee because I'm not happy enough. That's bull, but I end up feeling that way and I shouldn't have to. And when I run into a cashier or other service employee who isn't the most gregarious, I chalk it up to them having not the best day and get on with my life. I certainly don't make it worse by delving into their psyche in the middle of their workday. The world does not need more mood monitors. I have to put up with that not only at work but personally. I want to be a hermit.
So I walk into the usual chaos today and that puts me off immediately, as it always does. My first transaction is an older, probably retired couple with approximately 8,964 cheap chotchkes from the dollar section that never scan. I'm just irritated because the more large transactions I have per day the more I hurt that night. But I have to ring them up so I do. OK, I'm not overly chatty as usual, but I am polite and efficient. I have to hand-type numbers in which is annoying but I don't chuck the items in the bag or anything like that. I abide by their bagging requests but inside I'm annoyed.
I had a plan before they ever got the stuff on the counter: a large bag for lightweight items including a stack of "straw" hats (really just plastic and $3 apiece). No harm was going to come to them, but they want them separately bagged. I abide.
To save plastic I put food items in with some non-food because no harm will be done. I would never put it in with chemicals or anything that would leak; I'm not stupid. Of course she says "Let's take the food out from the other stuff" and she re-bags it. Whatever. I say nothing because let them have what they want. No skin off my nose.
And that's when she tells me I look frustrated. I guess you could see it on my face but I can't help that. The face has a ton of muscles and micro-expressions are a thing. What am I supposed to say to that? That she's the one annoying me? That I hate my job? That I'm there for the money? That I've been doing this for 20 years and I know how to bag? I can't say anything of the sort. So I say something about wishing the items would scan better and add in a singsong voice that "I can punch them in, though!" I hate myself for that.
Things I wish I could've said without getting in trouble:
--"Yes, we humans do have feelings from time to time."
--"Yes, most people in retail have a frustrating time."
--"Frustrated is my base nature."
What's really infuriating is that it makes me feel guilty for feeling. I feel like I'm a bad employee because I'm not happy enough. That's bull, but I end up feeling that way and I shouldn't have to. And when I run into a cashier or other service employee who isn't the most gregarious, I chalk it up to them having not the best day and get on with my life. I certainly don't make it worse by delving into their psyche in the middle of their workday. The world does not need more mood monitors. I have to put up with that not only at work but personally. I want to be a hermit.
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