|My cute new red shoes I scored at the thrift store.|
The sad and boring truth is, I've been way too busy to blog lately. A very little bit of that busyness has been fun crafting and creating and preschool planning and hanging out with the family. The rest has all been work. As in, working at my job. I won't be working full time once Bryan goes back to school, but I am still working quite a bit right now. And I have something I'd like to say.
Unless a family member is dying or there is some real tragedy going on in your life, there probably hasn't been anything so bad in your day that it justifies being rude and mean to well-meaning cashiers at the store. Your kid is screaming? Not their fault. You're running late? Not their fault.
Oh, and--by the way?--if you bring an expired coupon and it doesn't work, that's not their fault either. And, furthermore, it's absolutely ridiculous to think of yourself as being so high and mighty as to expect someone to make an exception for your expired coupon. If the manager does make an exception, you should feel grateful, not justified. Just thought I'd throw that out there. Bogus, I know.
Following along with our lesson today, let's have a little quiz.
People who work in retail stores are:
- A: Slaves who should do whatever I command.
- B: Brainless droids with no soul.
- C: Too dumb and unqualified to get a "real" job.
- D: Real people too.
In the past two days I've had people swear at me when I was helping them at the checkout. Because I was throwing their stuff on the floor and stomping on it? No. Because I was being really rude to them? No. No, on both occasions it was in spite of the fact that I was being super polite to them. So why were they being so rude?
Well, the first lady was just a little crazy to begin with, but her final offense was the fact that I entered her coupons in in the wrong order and she had to wait a few minutes while a manager straightened things out. Nevermind the fact that I'm still brand new and told her so.
And my second offender? Was outraged because I was following store policy (and probably every store's policy these days) and wouldn't let him use a credit card that wasn't signed and that he didn't have ID to match. (It was his wife's card.) Sorry, sir. Sorry for protecting your wife's credit and making sure other random people can't just pick up her card and do the same thing.
Some people will always be cranky and unreasonable. But the rest of us--can't we make it a point to be nice? Even to the person at the checkout? Because you never know. They might just be really nice normal people who would rather stay home and play with their daughter.