It seems a lot of people I meet absolutely hate their customer service jobs. I never understood their complaints because I adored working at the video store in my hometown. I felt extremely professional because I got to wear dress clothes and stand behind an elevated counter and laugh to myself when some skeezy old man rented Emmanuelle. It was fast-paced but fun and I felt useful. Even after a particularly long day, I had a stack of new releases to ease the pain of rude customers and sore feet.
I started working at a gas station for the summer which isn't awful...I just like it a lot less. There's not enough time during a convenience store transaction to have a good conversation and really, what is there to talk about? Gas prices? Weather? I have to wear a uniform and functional shoes. I don't get anything for free. While my list of petty complaints is pretty long,I am grateful to be working this summer. I know the unemployment rate in my county is high and some work is better than no work at all.
My biggest problem is that I feel like I am an enabler. I sell people things they don't need and things that are detrimental to their health, society and the environment. Powerball and scratch-offs, cigarettes, beer, energy drinks... and the gasoline. I am not against gasoline but watching people fill up Hummers and XL SUVs is pretty sad. At least I don't work for BP.
I think I will survive the summer with enough money to fund all of my craft projects and online shopping sprees. So I suppose I will grin and bear it and drown my sorrows in a 44 oz Coke slushie but they can't make me eat off of the roller grill.
Can we get a move-in update?
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