Adventures of a Barista?
I don't know what it is...but some guys just don't seem to understand that it's sometimes our JOB to be nice to you. In fact, it's usually the really annoying part of this job.
I'm not flirting. I'm not particularly interested in you telling me your (somewhat alarming?) life story. It doesn't comfort me to hear that you're Bi-Polar and a Catholic...in fact it puts up all kinds of red flags for me. But I will listen to you and appreciate what you have to say; and I will recognize that you are entitled to your own perspective and your thoughts and experiences are valid. You're probably a really good person.
But I don't want you to hang around for 4 hours just so you can sneak a few words in every once in a while and then try to hang out with me after my shift is over.
I will say, however, that my somewhat inherent mistrust of customers (/men/people in general) makes me somewhat sad for myself and humanity in general. We're all so mistrusting lately...Except for Marian, who takes rides from total strangers instead of walking home in a small blizzard....
I usually have my guard up so much it's like friggin Buckingham Palace. And that makes me feel bad! I have had casual interactions and conversations with customers and other randos that have been awesome, interesting new experiences. I've met some good ones.
But I have also met some bad ones....I've had a LOT of interactions where my "be a good person" mentality has left me anxiously avoiding stalkers and weirdos.
Perhaps the source of the guilt is the snap-judgments. about people. Call it instinct, but I still feel bad when it happens.
I'm not flirting. I'm not particularly interested in you telling me your (somewhat alarming?) life story. It doesn't comfort me to hear that you're Bi-Polar and a Catholic...in fact it puts up all kinds of red flags for me. But I will listen to you and appreciate what you have to say; and I will recognize that you are entitled to your own perspective and your thoughts and experiences are valid. You're probably a really good person.
But I don't want you to hang around for 4 hours just so you can sneak a few words in every once in a while and then try to hang out with me after my shift is over.
I will say, however, that my somewhat inherent mistrust of customers (/men/people in general) makes me somewhat sad for myself and humanity in general. We're all so mistrusting lately...Except for Marian, who takes rides from total strangers instead of walking home in a small blizzard....
I usually have my guard up so much it's like friggin Buckingham Palace. And that makes me feel bad! I have had casual interactions and conversations with customers and other randos that have been awesome, interesting new experiences. I've met some good ones.
But I have also met some bad ones....I've had a LOT of interactions where my "be a good person" mentality has left me anxiously avoiding stalkers and weirdos.
Perhaps the source of the guilt is the snap-judgments. about people. Call it instinct, but I still feel bad when it happens.
Comments
Post a Comment