Socially Unconscious Fidace

Anyone who's worked in any sort of customer service profession knows the special hatred it is possible to gain for your fellow humans. I thought I'd reached my peak for human hatred working in retail. Oh, how wrong I was. Control rooms, that is where the real pain lies.

I work in a parking/security control room, looking after a whole bunch of car parks in the city (there's whole bunch of other stuff we do, none of it pertinent to this blog). The pure, unadulterated hatred I have gained for people from watching and hearing them deal with car parking is quite staggering. I have to take a step back on occasion, and remind myself that I'm generally a fairly placid, chill kinda guy. And that I also, generally, like people (Some of my favourite people are people). I'm writing this now at the tail end of a hellish shift, this particular blog was to be about fun stuff and how much I like people, I had a fun little Birthday partay last night and was feeling rather good, with the presence of good friends and all.

But the joys of customer service in the wee hours of the morn has beaten that nice blog out of me for the moment. I'm really only writing this because I said I would to a friend of mine last night.

Anyhoo, so I reckon the point is, if you're stuck dealing with people at their worst, think of all your friends, who should be people at their best, and remember we aren't all bad, and that retail/customer service/arsekissing isn't necessarily who you are. Stay tuned for a nice birthday Blog this week.