snob...continued (1)
so, to give some background i work at my job fri-sunday 8-5. no breaks. which is cool. cuz he pays. if you eat lunch in less than 15 minutes he'll pay you for 9 hours and it's a cool deal but the guy has some issues.
and frankly, working there has actually shown me how i've dealt with some of my issues over the years. cuz frankly if i worked for him 10 years ago we would have either killed each other or i would have been a complete sobbing mess everyday afterwork.
oh yes, very path-a-tique i was
so apparently i can tolerate him and i haven't progressed enough to tolerate stupid people. sadly. cuz seriously, they're very nice, just no common sense. so maybe it's not necessarily stupidity, but a COMPLETE lack of common sense. which apparently still drives me crazy
back to my boss though.
it's a simple job. people come there to pick berries. they come in the store, you tell them what's ripe, you tell them where to pick those ripe berries, if there is something special about the berry you impart that wisdom on the picker, you explain which containers to use and for what purpose, and then explain the cost of picking berries.
pretty straightforward.
then when it's slow there is a list of things to do when it's slow. such as clean, stock, trash, all typical things for a food(semi) service job. and, frankly, i ROCK at customer service.
which proves to be a dichotomy in my personality considering i hate people and all but for some reason my whole freakish pleasing personality that was borne out of trying to survive an abusive step-father and thinking the key to happiness/protection was in pleasing my mother i became one customer service SUPERSTAHHH! and, of course, in my younger years, EXTREMELY sensitive to any failures in that regard.
so now, all of 36 years old and working for the extra cash so i can pay my bills, go to school, and do my research: i work. just like i did from the age of 16 to about 2 years ago (when i started grad school). and again, now. seriously, it's a perfect job for me, it doesn't interfere with my school schedule nor my research and i make good money. i make more money working 3 days a week on a farm than i did as a "professional graphic artist" 40 hours a week.
feel the justice
heh
so my boss. i do believe this man is a good man in his heart. and i do believe that i can forgive him his eccentricities and his analness because i think i see him as the type of person i [i]could[/i] have been, the type of person i was afraid i would end up like. i could still end up like him, but i feel at this point i still have some time to make more corrections, if that makes sense. he is extremely intelligent, works his ass off, and for the most part, very committed to customer service. we'll get to "for the most part" eventually.
ok, i'm going to post this now and continue with how i want this to go later but i don't want to lose this for now so here it goes... *presses publish*
and frankly, working there has actually shown me how i've dealt with some of my issues over the years. cuz frankly if i worked for him 10 years ago we would have either killed each other or i would have been a complete sobbing mess everyday afterwork.
oh yes, very path-a-tique i was
so apparently i can tolerate him and i haven't progressed enough to tolerate stupid people. sadly. cuz seriously, they're very nice, just no common sense. so maybe it's not necessarily stupidity, but a COMPLETE lack of common sense. which apparently still drives me crazy
back to my boss though.
it's a simple job. people come there to pick berries. they come in the store, you tell them what's ripe, you tell them where to pick those ripe berries, if there is something special about the berry you impart that wisdom on the picker, you explain which containers to use and for what purpose, and then explain the cost of picking berries.
pretty straightforward.
then when it's slow there is a list of things to do when it's slow. such as clean, stock, trash, all typical things for a food(semi) service job. and, frankly, i ROCK at customer service.
which proves to be a dichotomy in my personality considering i hate people and all but for some reason my whole freakish pleasing personality that was borne out of trying to survive an abusive step-father and thinking the key to happiness/protection was in pleasing my mother i became one customer service SUPERSTAHHH! and, of course, in my younger years, EXTREMELY sensitive to any failures in that regard.
so now, all of 36 years old and working for the extra cash so i can pay my bills, go to school, and do my research: i work. just like i did from the age of 16 to about 2 years ago (when i started grad school). and again, now. seriously, it's a perfect job for me, it doesn't interfere with my school schedule nor my research and i make good money. i make more money working 3 days a week on a farm than i did as a "professional graphic artist" 40 hours a week.
feel the justice
heh
so my boss. i do believe this man is a good man in his heart. and i do believe that i can forgive him his eccentricities and his analness because i think i see him as the type of person i [i]could[/i] have been, the type of person i was afraid i would end up like. i could still end up like him, but i feel at this point i still have some time to make more corrections, if that makes sense. he is extremely intelligent, works his ass off, and for the most part, very committed to customer service. we'll get to "for the most part" eventually.
ok, i'm going to post this now and continue with how i want this to go later but i don't want to lose this for now so here it goes... *presses publish*
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