Now that my boss is gone...
I love my job. I really do. I get to sit and play on the internet all day. It's only when people come up, and I need to talk to them, that I have to do any real work. And by work I mean putting up with people. I'm payed to keep this chair warm, and as a mammal, I do it admirably.
I also give out maps and directions. And sell coffee and chotchkeys. And the evil, evil state Lottery (Thank you, Mitt Romney, my dark lord!) I work at a rest stop on the highway. The part of my job that I love/hate the most, though, is the people.
I'm talking wierd people.
I'm talking REALLY wierd people.
The longer you work here, the less capable you are of dealing with people. They wear on you. Glad I'm quitting in december or so (My boss is leaving, and they can't find another God-like-in-awsomeness person to replace her, so I'm ditching, too.) So far, though, I've lost most of my ability to understand what people mean unless they ask specifically for it.
"Do you have any maps?" they ask.
"Yes." I reply. And wait. They're probably going somewhere with that... "I, take it you.. Want one?" I ask.
"...Yes." they reply, looking at me like I'm the strange one..
"Sure. Here. They're free."
"Thank you.." they hesitantly reply, looking at me for longer than is polite.
"...Is..there..something I can help you with?" I ask, getting confused.
"No.. Thank you." they reply, and slither towards the door.
I love it when these people ask me things like..
"Are these the free samples?" when the sign touching the bin the samples are in says FREE SAMPLE right on it.
Or when they ask "How much for Coffee?" When there's a sign not 2 feet from them declaring it's $1.25 for a small and $1.45 for a large. (You get 4 oz. for 20 cents extra. Large is a much better deal.) I adore it when these brainiacs read the sign, and proceed to ask for a medium coffee.
I lOVe PeOplE...
- Kemrain the Employed.