Well not all people, but a lot of people.
I have been working since I was 15; my first job was a ‘checker’ at a local grocery store. I worked at the grocery store until I was 19. It was there that I started losing my faith in humanity. My next two jobs were at banks, where again being exposed to the general public made me rethink the idea that ‘people are truly good inside.’ My last two jobs (including my current one) had me working with an older population, which can sometimes be trying. At my current job one of duties is putting together a weekly newsletter in both a paper form and in an email form that is then sent to something around 400 people. This is one of the worst parts of my job. Some people have nothing better to do than to search this newsletter, front and back, and look for mistakes. Grammar mistakes, spelling mistakes, anything. I’ll be the first to admit that I make mistakes frequently, but the level of attention that some of these minor mistakes get is ridiculous. Often I get curt little emails from these jerky people explain how I left out their child’s birthday from the birthday list or how I didn’t capitalize a name in a engagement announcement. I silently curse these people while gritting my teeth and writing back “of course I’ll add a correction in this week’s copy.” These are the kind of people I hope develop painful boils in uncomfortable places.
Sigh. At least it’s Wednesday and there is a long weekend coming up…
I have been working since I was 15; my first job was a ‘checker’ at a local grocery store. I worked at the grocery store until I was 19. It was there that I started losing my faith in humanity. My next two jobs were at banks, where again being exposed to the general public made me rethink the idea that ‘people are truly good inside.’ My last two jobs (including my current one) had me working with an older population, which can sometimes be trying. At my current job one of duties is putting together a weekly newsletter in both a paper form and in an email form that is then sent to something around 400 people. This is one of the worst parts of my job. Some people have nothing better to do than to search this newsletter, front and back, and look for mistakes. Grammar mistakes, spelling mistakes, anything. I’ll be the first to admit that I make mistakes frequently, but the level of attention that some of these minor mistakes get is ridiculous. Often I get curt little emails from these jerky people explain how I left out their child’s birthday from the birthday list or how I didn’t capitalize a name in a engagement announcement. I silently curse these people while gritting my teeth and writing back “of course I’ll add a correction in this week’s copy.” These are the kind of people I hope develop painful boils in uncomfortable places.
Sigh. At least it’s Wednesday and there is a long weekend coming up…
6 comments:
I often hate people. Too often. I feel your pain. HUGE HUGS!
ouch! that sounds like my yesterday. Hope Thurs and Fri go quickly.
Oh, I'm sorry. Every day I deal with clients is like that! It's a terrible way to feel.
I send you good thoughts!
I think everyone who works in a job that requires a lot of contact with a lot of people ends up feeling this way. I'm lucky in that I work for a company with a reputation for good customer service and with mostly really nice customers. But there are still those moments when I feel like swearing and throwing things. You learn to be a good actress!
If you find yourself having too many of those days, though, maybe you should think about gradually moving to a job that has less contact with difficult people. Just a thought...
Amen, sister. Sometimes it just seems like some people have waaaaaay too much time on their hands.
Well written article.
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