November 26, 2010
I have come to the very interesting conclusion that people who work in the service industry have an extremely hard job. I don’t mean that in the sense of it is harder to flip a burger than to solve a murder. I mean it in the sense that the level of criticism and amount of riducule they face as they do the basic everyday jobs that we as Americans have come to depend upon. Think about it. When your talking to your friends or if your a parent tell you child to do well in school. We always say “You don’t wanna end up flipping burgers” or You don’t wanna end up working at McDonald’s.” And to be perfectly honest very few people look at those jobs as their permanent place on this planet, but If every McDonald’s in American went on strike there would be chaos. Yet people talk to and about people working in fast food, retail, or other jobs of that nature like they’re getting paid to be treated terribly. I’m not just saying this because I currently work in service, though it has been an eye opener, but because people including me are really judgemental but in the most ironic type of way. We depend on these people to run the shops we shop in, but don’t respect them. I am not excluded from my own criticism because I too have fallen into the pattern of treating waitresses and clerks like they weren’t there. I’m not proud of it. But now that I work in the industry I notice things. Such as when I bump into people who I knew from school or their parents. The parents never ask me about my life. They tell me what they’re child’s done or how they have just graduated. They assume that I’m just working at my job with no other goals and aspirations. Which intrigues and irritates me. Sometimes I smile and let them continue to believe whatever reality they created in their head, but other times. Other times I tell them that I’ve graduated from college with my B.A. or I tell them that I have been accepted into the Peace Corp and will be leaving the country next year. The look of shock that crosses their faces is breath taking. Its as if they were convinced that I’ve been working retail my whole life and had no plans on changing that or that I didn’t have that ability to move anywhere in this world. And that irritates me. Not because their being offensive to me, but because it’s as if people honestly believe that their jobs define who they are. I’m sorry but I believe that a job is merely a part of you not the whole you. I like to spend my time writing, reading, singing, dancing, ect. My job is just what I do to keep food on the table. It’s not who I am. It’s merely a means to an end. The end being paying the bills.
The strange thing is ( well not so strange because its me) that after I notice that people were doing this at my job. I began to see it everywhere. Not rudeness of people to service workers, but the level of judgmentalness that plagues this country. It’s is absolutely crazy just how judgemental we are. I mean it. If you see and larger person. The first though going through your head isn’t about how they are, but how did they allow themselves to get so fat. I know this because I use to think this way. Back in high school, ya know fifty pounds ago, I use to ask myself why people would let themselves get so large. I mean exercise isn’t hard. I use to do it all the time plus I was dancing. It was extra easy to stay in shape. Then I went to college, and hitting the gym always lost to taking a nap, and a girls gotta eat right. Even at 2 am. Then the stress of making grades, or friends would hit. Then came thing long hours of no sleep or sleeping to much. Next thing you know it’s graduation and I look like I’ve gained a person. I obviously learned that it wasn’t as easy as I thought it was to stay in shape, but I do still find myself thinking that way from time to time. About other people and myself. Then I realized that all time I spend judging people I loose in getting to know them. I learned a long time ago that everyone of my experiences has a purpose. Even if it’s nothing more than for me to just learn from them. And I have learned that we live in an incredibly backwards and cruel society, but I also learned to look deeper. Look deeper into people’s lives, their stories. To see the truth in their eyes and to stop assuming things. Now I have friends from all walks of life. And I couldn’t be happier. You see each person brings a different view to the table. A different way of seeing the world. And my philosophy is, that If i get enough of these views together, I might just have a shadowy glimpse of the truth.