For three years now, I’ve been working as a candy saleswoman at a stall on a busy Moscow street. At first the job seemed to me interesting, not hard and challenging. But gradually the crowds of customers, all of whom had their own cockroaches in their heads, began to annoy me. Yes, there are some good people, but it seems to me that there are many more bad, embittered boorish people who consider me their servant just because they pay me some money.
For three years now, I’ve been working as a candy saleswoman at a stall on a busy Moscow street. At first the job seemed to me interesting, not hard and challenging. But gradually the crowds of customers, all of whom had their own cockroaches in their heads, began to annoy me. Yes, there are some good people, but it seems to me that there are many more bad, embittered boorish people who consider me their servant just because they pay me some money.
At first I tried to see only the good in my work, to focus on the positive and not to remember the rudeness and boorishness of the other clients. But that didn’t help for long. Eventually I started doing little nasty things to those customers who treated me badly. It was not hard to remember them, because many of them came almost every day, and I had the impression that they did not come in the least to dump their negativity on me, to spoil my mood and therefore improve theirs.
I purposely dropped their cookies and unpackaged candies on the dirty floor of the stall, made coffee and tea out of dirty water, took dirty hands on the food I then sold them. And this little revenge helped me to cope with psychological overload, to feel like an ordinary person who could not offend anyone with impunity.
Sometimes I think it’s childish, that it’s stupid and low. I realize that I’m doing it wrong, but every time I see boorish faces in the window of my stall, I find more and more excuses to do nasty things to these people.
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Show comments Hide commentsVery familiar. I worked as a salesman when I was a student. I used to sell dairy products. And I had a mean aunt who always came to see me. Not only did she ruin my mood, but she also paid with 10 kopeck change (although she wasn’t a beggar at all). And I’m her, too, then the cheese glazed crumbs, the leaky bag of milk slip. I am not ashamed, it was her own fault
And I think if you don’t know how to work with people. Then don’t get into the service business – raise chickens or lay asphalt.
People who come like this, or pry into their own business, and deliberately spoil your mood, you know, it happens too, in transport for example – energy vampires, they enjoy it, if you do not spoil someone’s mood, if you do not argue with someone – the day wasted, better not to engage in altercations with them, or then you will be like a squeezed lemon. And I would do little pranks too, they deserve it ???? Maybe they get pleasure from this as long as they continue to “do their job”
Imagine that these candies or cookies were then eaten not by angry women, but by their children, who are not guilty of anything, but through your fault could get an infection and get sick? Try another way, the attempt is not a torture – the next time the boorishness or a hint of it, say out of the blue compliment aunt – what she supposedly dress is beautiful or looks good. This is definitely discouraging, then difficult to treat badly. With one does not work, so it will work with the other. Each such aunt or uncle has his own weight on their shoulders, take pity on them and remember that their loved ones eat their products too. Maybe someone is carrying it to the hospital for someone…
I’m sorry, but by doing that, you’re compromising people’s health. It is irresponsible at the very least, and criminal at the most. Your logic is monstrously subjective. This is wrong! Your solution is to change your job and your thinking! I really wish that your nastiness was noticed by the customers and the Sanitary and Epidemiological Service was summoned. Come to your senses! And the sooner the better.