This rant has been burning my insides for the past few months and I think it’s time to get it off my chest. To some of my customers and anyone who has ever talked down to me:
** Just because I look like I’m seventeen does NOT mean that you can speak to me like I’m a stupid child. And by the way, not all young people are stupid and rude, the same way not all adults are smart and polite. **
Please keep that in mind before you look down your nose at me like I’m lying to you or trying to cheat you.
- Our slices are $7.40. No, I’m not trying to charge you more and pocket the money, so stop looking at me like that. NO I’m not the one who prices our slices so please stop getting mad at me if it seems too expensive.
- No Ma’am, we’ve never sold a vanilla latte here. We have a french vanilla or a plain latte, that’s it. No, I’m not just too lazy to make it for you so stop looking at me like that and stop telling me that another girl made you one last week.
I don’t pretend to know everything, not even at an establishment where I’ve worked for over six years. But I do know when I’m right about something. When I’m wrong, I keep my mouth shut. There are a lot of things that I don’t know and I love to learn new things. I am open to criticism, to questions, and to improving in any and every aspect of my life, but what I cannot handle is being talked to like I’m an idiot.
I’m twenty-three not seventeen and regardless of my age – if I greet you with a smile, I’d like the same in return. If I’m polite to you, I expect the same courtesy. If I’m wrong about something, cool, teach me what is right but treat me like a human being.
Rant over. Weight lifted. Heart empty.