A public service announcement of sorts.

I’m not sure where to begin. The last couple weeks have been a bumpy ride, almost like someone forgot to post a warning. Something along the lines of “Some days it’s just easier to go to jail and pay your fine.” That’s how I operate in Skyrim most the time. I just pay the fine and move on with my day. Not that I’ve done anything in real life to warrant fine paying, so that just leaves me with this dull ache in my head and an overbearing desire to tell a lot of people to fuck off.

Deep down, I think I understand what the problem is. I’m working in the living room. And while I’m glad my boyfriend is letting me use his desktop, there’s still that sense of it not being my computer or my space. I’m floundering creatively, trying my hardest to make it work when what I really need is a new laptop and to get back into the office. I miss my space, my creative haven.

All right, I really need to put a few things down. Things that might eventually get me into trouble, but if I don’t they’ll fester inside and make the next incident worse. If nothing else, I’m excellent at internalizing anguish. Also, this is a note to the rest of the world…

There are a lot of people who work very hard to put merchandise on the floors at all the stores you like to shop at. Sometimes those people are also in charge of signing, pricing and running around to take care of customers. Often, they don’t have enough hours to do all the things they’re supposed to get done because someone up the corporate ladder at their company has decided that the job can be done in a quarter of the time it actually takes to do it correctly.

That being said, sometimes mistakes are made. But, for the love of God, try to be nice to the person. They might snap at you. They might overreact, their minds shuddering at thought of dealing with the fifth difficult customer in a row. It might not be intentional. They might be having a horrible day, and what you do next might actually have the power to make their day better. Retail is one of the hardest jobs to do. It’s just below food service. I’ve worked both, and the continuous flood of entitled expectation is enough to make you want to go on a murderous rampage some days. Those twenty-something “kids” working the register, they’re putting themselves through college. Some of us are there because the jobs we were promised by our professors and government aren’t within our financial means to move to.

I guess what I’m saying is don’t assume someone’s an invalid or beneath you because they’re working a minimum wage job. Odds are they’re working toward something else, something larger and more amazing that you’d ever guess by looking at them. And, while  I can’t speak for the rest of my retail brethren, I’ll do my best to be patient with you. Some days, I just need someone to meet me halfway.

Okay, PSA over, and you know what? I feel a lot better. Maybe today won’t suck as much. I’m putting my faith in you Friday, don’t disappoint me.


One Response to “A public service announcement of sorts.”

  1. Internalizing anguish is like a hobby of mine anymore, but Fridays always seem to make it a little better. Good luck today.

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