I am not truly a-feared of many things... Heights sure a little... but who isn't? Spiders/bugs... they creep me out but I wouldn't classify them as "Terrifying". I am mildly claustrophobic... but not enough to where it interferes with my life. The Dark... when I was little yes. Now? only cause I don't want to trip over shit. All in all I have been proud of myself for over coming most things I am afraid of. But all my life I have struggled with...what I consider... a really really STUPID phobia.
I am bat shit scared of Little dogs. Throw a snarling mastiff or pit bull at me... No problem... but god help me if a little Pom pom runs up to me growling... I will lose it. I blame my family and my baby sitters.... >< When I was little these really wonderful couple who would watch me had a little Chihuahua... and that thing was evil... I mean I was only 4 and this dog would attack me... viciously...the second they left the room. I was terrified of it. And my music teacher had a little Pom Chi who would always stalk me and any chance she got would bite me. ... I don't know... like I said.. I really find it embarrassing and kind of stupid. But It's just THERE. Irrational as it may be.
And I have worked hard over the last several years to get over it. I MAKE myself play with the sweet little dogs... I've even gotten to the point where I find some of them cute. But I still really have to work at it. "Aww look at the cute Pom Chi! Com'mere! **Please god don't bite me**" kind of stuff. The Beau made fun of me for a while about it... cause he's seen me put a pissed Boston Healer in her place and not flinch when the Aussie sheep dog snapped at my arm. But he quit real quickly when he saw me almost break down when his moms toy-poodle tried to nip my leg. By the time we left his moms place after a week I actually had warmed up to the little brat... still filched whenever she barked at me... but I wasn't running scared to the hills.
....This all being said... I try and leave anything that would interfere with work at home. Anger, depression, phobias...... So I have had to suck it up many times when people with little dogs come through the store. I normally don't have to be around them... so I don't mind much. But about a week ago I was on register and a lady with a min-pin came through my line... and I almost lost it. This little dog was growling at me and of course the lady was all "Oh don't worry Mr. Cutie McStikey Evil Butt is the nicest doggie in the WORLD" ((or something along those lines)) I was like $3 under for my till that day ((which is unheard of for me)) and I am pretty sure it all went to that lady because I was panicking so much just to get her little wretched dog away from me that I wasn't paying attention.
I was almost in tears by the time I was done and practically hyperventilating. One from the stress and then also for feeling like a complete idiot for being afraid of something I could chuck across the room with one well completed throw. ... but I guess looking back on something isn't the same as BEING there... may seem stupid afterwords but I was scared when it was happening.
So I have decided, and warned my manager about it... I will not serve someone with a dog in their cart. Not ONLY are we supposed to enforce the "No PETS", policy. But I just don't want to be that stressed out again. And I figure if Psycho Bitch can hid in her office when "midgets" come in the store ((she has a phobia of midgets... Like HORRIBLY so.)) then I should be able to say "NO" when asked to serve someone with a Small dog in their cart.
I shouldn't be expected to do something that really scares me... am I right?
*sighs* just reading this makes me feel ridiculous... how can something the size of a foot ball scare the crap out of me? ha. Guess everyone has something about them they find completely stupid.
I am bat shit scared of Little dogs. Throw a snarling mastiff or pit bull at me... No problem... but god help me if a little Pom pom runs up to me growling... I will lose it. I blame my family and my baby sitters.... >< When I was little these really wonderful couple who would watch me had a little Chihuahua... and that thing was evil... I mean I was only 4 and this dog would attack me... viciously...the second they left the room. I was terrified of it. And my music teacher had a little Pom Chi who would always stalk me and any chance she got would bite me. ... I don't know... like I said.. I really find it embarrassing and kind of stupid. But It's just THERE. Irrational as it may be.
And I have worked hard over the last several years to get over it. I MAKE myself play with the sweet little dogs... I've even gotten to the point where I find some of them cute. But I still really have to work at it. "Aww look at the cute Pom Chi! Com'mere! **Please god don't bite me**" kind of stuff. The Beau made fun of me for a while about it... cause he's seen me put a pissed Boston Healer in her place and not flinch when the Aussie sheep dog snapped at my arm. But he quit real quickly when he saw me almost break down when his moms toy-poodle tried to nip my leg. By the time we left his moms place after a week I actually had warmed up to the little brat... still filched whenever she barked at me... but I wasn't running scared to the hills.
....This all being said... I try and leave anything that would interfere with work at home. Anger, depression, phobias...... So I have had to suck it up many times when people with little dogs come through the store. I normally don't have to be around them... so I don't mind much. But about a week ago I was on register and a lady with a min-pin came through my line... and I almost lost it. This little dog was growling at me and of course the lady was all "Oh don't worry Mr. Cutie McStikey Evil Butt is the nicest doggie in the WORLD" ((or something along those lines)) I was like $3 under for my till that day ((which is unheard of for me)) and I am pretty sure it all went to that lady because I was panicking so much just to get her little wretched dog away from me that I wasn't paying attention.
I was almost in tears by the time I was done and practically hyperventilating. One from the stress and then also for feeling like a complete idiot for being afraid of something I could chuck across the room with one well completed throw. ... but I guess looking back on something isn't the same as BEING there... may seem stupid afterwords but I was scared when it was happening.
So I have decided, and warned my manager about it... I will not serve someone with a dog in their cart. Not ONLY are we supposed to enforce the "No PETS", policy. But I just don't want to be that stressed out again. And I figure if Psycho Bitch can hid in her office when "midgets" come in the store ((she has a phobia of midgets... Like HORRIBLY so.)) then I should be able to say "NO" when asked to serve someone with a Small dog in their cart.
I shouldn't be expected to do something that really scares me... am I right?
*sighs* just reading this makes me feel ridiculous... how can something the size of a foot ball scare the crap out of me? ha. Guess everyone has something about them they find completely stupid.
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