Do you work with the public? Well suck it up and smile!!!

I've held my fair share of jobs where I had to deal with the public on a semi-personal level for most of the day.  And I get it.  Sometimes it's ROUGH.  You're dealing with all walks of life and you can be pretty damned sure someone is going to be rude to you or rub you the wrong way.  I'm a semi-expert on this because I've worked at:
Macys = dealing with 'The Mall' public.. where some lady at the register turned to me and told me to stop smiling at her, and where I also experienced human fecal mater thrown atop a mirror in the dressing room.
Mens Formal Wear Promoter at bridal shows = I tried to rope brides-to-be and their mothers and friends into booking our formal wear store for their wedding.  Can you say, bridezillas??
Receptionist at recreational Gymnastics = When the parents wanted to complain, many times they complained to me.  I also had to sit behind a desk and listen to various "momversations" in the lobby.
Coach at recreational Gymnastics = When a parent was complaining, they were complaining about me.  Of course not all the time but trust me that it's never the lack of talent or drive in a child, it's always the coaches fault.
Starbucks Barista = coffee people.  you can only imagine what the masses are like when they need their coffee and something went wrong with their drink or their order.  I also got yelled at by a lady for serving her daughter caffeine... when her daughter came in and ordered a drink.  "Shes only a child!!!" the mother screamed at me about her 12 year old slurping on a Frappuccino.  There was also a lady who pooped all over our womens bathroom then came to the counter to tell us that she "vomited... I think I'm pregnant!"...she had to be 65.

So yea, I know.  As experience dictates, the public can be crazy, disheartening, gross, and rude. (And it will inevitably involve poop in some way.) I'm doing what I do now because I DON'T have to work with the public in that sort of way.  But let me tell you a little secret that helped me in the behind-a-counter world as well as the world of kids with special needs.  YOU WILL ALWAYS CATCH MORE FLIES WITH HONEY THAN WITH VINEGAR!!

Now don't get me wrong.  Sometimes some sass on my part was definitely effective and necessary.  But that's after my "I'm-being-an-oh-so-polite-girl smile" was wiped away by some asshole.  And yes, oftentimes it was hard to keep that smile and kind demeanor, like when a starbucks customer we called "the princess" would call in her drink order twice a day and come in and pick them up straight from the bar because she "didn't do lines." 

What I'm trying to say here is that I feel like I've payed my dues to the world of serving the public in that sort of atmosphere, I faced some adversity and nastiness but I was able to suck it up and smile because for every crotchety customer I had there were ten in line behind them that were perfectly pleasant, and some even startled at being treated so kindly.  So I ask you, public, why is it so hard for so many people standing behind counters, "serving" the public to have even a hint of courtesy??

I was helped by a lady at the post office yesterday who was so rude to me I left the place in a sea of fury and curse words.  (I came back today and a new lady helped me who was more than kind and got the job done the first lady should have been able to do easily, and without the snark.)  Then later that evening at Walgreens, I payed for my items with a lady at the check stand who couldn't smile or look me in the face.  I had to come back a few minutes later to return a hair dye kit I purchased that was missing a few tools.  When I grabbed a new set I discovered ANOTHER box that was missing things, so I brought that one up to her at the counter as well so someone else wouldn't buy it.  I didn't get a smile, a nod, a "thank you", or an "I'm sorry about that" for my troubles.  And after having two negative experiences like that in one day..I was pissed!

So, while I could say this in a snarky, asshole way, I'm instead going to make an example out of my polite proclamation:

If you work with the public, and you're frustrated with the people around you.  Try a smile and or a pleasantry, and the public will give back.  We're all people, none of us want to be treated badly, on either side of the register/counter/exchange/conversation.  So please, suck it up and smile.  And remember: Everybody poops.

Flying Around With the Seat of My Pants Cut Off

That's a quote from me that I said earlier this week.  After I said it I realized that I had combined the phrases "flying by the seat of my pants" and "running around like a chicken with its head cut off."  Yep.  That means I've been busy enough to not even have time to untangle cliches about being so crazybusy!! BUT it just so happens that the confusion of two cliches about crazybusymadnessinduction completely works to summarize just whats been going on over here... so I rolled with it.

I spent the beginning of my week completely stressed about assignments and work and student loans and working out and what I was going to pack for lunch the next day and when I would do my laundry and whether it was going to rain and "oh please car I know you're way past empty but please please make it to the bank so I can get there and back before my lunch break is over!  I'll be your best friend!" and how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie pop... and then!  Tuesday morning I played indoor hockey with the kids at work. 

For 90 minutes.  It was complete fun madness and it took me away from all of these stresses for our ungodly long PE session that sunny Tuesday morning. I love times like this where I get to bond with these kids. Times that make me so thankful for my job and my future and remind me not to sweat the small stuff.  After it was over I wiped my face down with some baby wipes, shrugged off the fact that my makeup was ruined from this point, and was ready to let the adreneline push me through the rest of my day. But what I didn't realize was how much of a workout I was getting while simultaneously trying not to accidently smack a kid in the shins with my plastic hockey stick, and using it as a shield from my Troublemaker kid who gets a kick out of holding his in the air over his head and wacking it on the ground as hard as possible....

Until the next morning.  Boy was Miss Amanda sore.  For 3 days.  I'm talking sore all over too.  Back, legs, arms, HANDS.   So I spent the rest of my week like that pantsless flying chicken, who this time had aged approximately 40 years.  No big.

I got through my week and was thankful for the hockey sesh.  I had a pretty darn good weekend too. :)