For the folks who have been reading the nonsense I spew since I started this blog you've become accustomed to the the posts featuring the Worthless Co-Worker. Hopefully they've entertained you, at least in the way most people would view an automobile accident scene as they drive by. (You know it isn't going to be pretty, but you have to look anyway.)
While she's mainly a mild irritant, and somewhat amusing sideshow for me, she can send the boss into orbit with her antics and stupidity. I just roll with the soap opera. Plus he ultimately is the one responsible here. He hired her, trained her, and has refused to hold her responsible for her actions at work. She's his nightmarish creation so to speak.
But this post isn't about her. (Well, not any more, unless the keyboard gets away from me.)
I have days that I'm sure I irritate the boss as well. The funny thing is he'd never admit this though. He's twelve years younger than I am. He was raised to respect his elders and that seems to extend to me. When he has a problem with me he's the most rational, polite, and deferring person I've ever met in my life. He has this weird, and definitely unfounded, fear of me for some reason. And he shouldn't. I've told him many, many times to speak his mind. He knows I appreciate the direct approach and straight talk.
(Hell, I'm not physically imposing, I'm rational, fair-minded, and too damn old to get excited about this kind of thing anyway.)
But I can tell when he's not overly pleased with something I've done. He cringes. His cringes are Oscar worthy performances. Friday produced such an event.
Friday's Cringe Worthy Event:
This guy walks into the store and glances around, sees me as I'm approaching him, and the following conversation takes place:
Guy: Where can I find (a competitor's store/product?)
Me: Excuse me?
Guy: I looked in the phone book to find (your competitor's store) and have been driving around this area for 45 minutes and can't find them. I knew where you were located so I thought I'd stop in since I figured you know where they'd be located.
Me: I do know where they're located, but since your here, would you like to check out our product, at least for comparison purposes?
Guy: Look fella, I don't have time for games, I've already wasted enough of my time as it is. Can you just please tell me where they're located?
Me: Well, sir, I'm certainly pleased you saw fit to come in here and waste my time.
*CRINGE ALERT* *CRINGE ALERT* *CRINGE ALERT*
Guy: What did you say?
Me: Let me get you on your way. I have the feeling you're the type of guy who'd stop at a Ford dealership and ask them where you could buy a Chevy.
Guy: Why would I do that asshole?
Me: Never mind, apparently this conversation has reached a point well above your level of perception, here's the directions....... and have a great day.
Guy: Thanks for nothing jerk.
Me: You too, sir.
My tolerance for what I perceive as disrespect is close to zero. Many people like to share "horror" stories about how they were mistreated by a retail or customer service person or department. It happens, there's no doubt about it, and it's not right. But unless you've worked retail, or customer service, you are clueless about the abuse shelled out by customers. Unwarranted abuse and mistreatment of retail and customer service people by customers is a far greater occurrence.
So the boss cringes, shakes his head, somewhat sadly, and the day moves forward.
But I do have a question for anyone who wants to answer. (And no, it's not whether you agreed or disagreed with my actions.) It's actually about your perception of people who work in the retail, restaurant, or any type of service sector. While this question doesn't necessarily apply to you, do you feel as though (in general) people look down upon people who work in these jobs and feel a certain right, or superiority to them, that allows them to treat them with less respect? I certainly have days where I think this is the case.