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I'm Trash?
I know I shouldn't be so overly sensitive about this, but it really affected me...
Yesterday at work we were pretty much slammed, it being a sunny Saturday and all. I was going on several straight hours without a break and without the opprotunity to get anything to drink or eat. I don't think I have an actual low blood sugar problem, but there have been several times where I've passed out from going too long without eating/drinking. I was starting to get a little lightheaded and fuzzy, so I tried to fish out some of the little pieces of candy I had in my pocket just for this very scenario. My line of customers was long, and constant, and I really didn't want to stop and start chomping on a piece of candy in front of someone, but I needed to get some kind of something in me.
So I finished one transaction and tried to quickly grab and unwrap a piece of the candy out of my pocket before the next customer was ready to order. Except the wrapper was being difficult and sticking to the candy so I stood there fumbling with it for a moment while the guy stared at me. I didn't think it was really too big of a deal, but apparently the guy, who had a son with him, did. I quickly got their orders and was busy scooping when I heard the guy remark quite clearly to his son "See, this is the kind of trash you get."
I knew he was referring to me. I tried to be super-friendly through the rest of the transaction, telling him extra-cheerfully to have a great day as I handed over his change, but he just snorted and barely looked at me as he snatched his change away and and sauntered away, all-superior. I wanted so badly to throw something at the back of his head.
That totally killed my mood, and it took awhile for me to recharge. I'm a piece of trash because....? Because I ate a piece of candy? I DID realize it was pretty tacky, to be standing there popping food into your mouth while someone was waiting to order, but I thought it would have been ever tackier to pass out right into the ice cream. I REALLY wish that when he had made that comment I would have stood up and looked at him and asked him what he meant, instead of just pretending I didn't hear it. What gives people the right?
Yesterday at work we were pretty much slammed, it being a sunny Saturday and all. I was going on several straight hours without a break and without the opprotunity to get anything to drink or eat. I don't think I have an actual low blood sugar problem, but there have been several times where I've passed out from going too long without eating/drinking. I was starting to get a little lightheaded and fuzzy, so I tried to fish out some of the little pieces of candy I had in my pocket just for this very scenario. My line of customers was long, and constant, and I really didn't want to stop and start chomping on a piece of candy in front of someone, but I needed to get some kind of something in me.
So I finished one transaction and tried to quickly grab and unwrap a piece of the candy out of my pocket before the next customer was ready to order. Except the wrapper was being difficult and sticking to the candy so I stood there fumbling with it for a moment while the guy stared at me. I didn't think it was really too big of a deal, but apparently the guy, who had a son with him, did. I quickly got their orders and was busy scooping when I heard the guy remark quite clearly to his son "See, this is the kind of trash you get."
I knew he was referring to me. I tried to be super-friendly through the rest of the transaction, telling him extra-cheerfully to have a great day as I handed over his change, but he just snorted and barely looked at me as he snatched his change away and and sauntered away, all-superior. I wanted so badly to throw something at the back of his head.That totally killed my mood, and it took awhile for me to recharge. I'm a piece of trash because....? Because I ate a piece of candy? I DID realize it was pretty tacky, to be standing there popping food into your mouth while someone was waiting to order, but I thought it would have been ever tackier to pass out right into the ice cream. I REALLY wish that when he had made that comment I would have stood up and looked at him and asked him what he meant, instead of just pretending I didn't hear it. What gives people the right?
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