I think I'm getting it.
The idea isn't to get angry. Ever. Sometimes, it's nice to be angry. Everything in moderation. But just a tiny bit of anger, is enough to be too much.
So don't get angry. Ever.
I've had a couple things happen recently, at my store, that made me very angry. Probably some of the worst experiences and I didn't get angry. Okay, I did. But not in the usual way.
What you do is you ignore it. Then, when the customer/s are gone, you pull it out, and toss it.
But it's not gone. No, it'll come back.
I was agitated.
The problem with keeping it, is that it's a problem. You're irritated, and curt, and can say hurtful things. Everyone notices it. Your performance suffers.
So you toss it, and get on with it.
Then, when it's all over, you can calmly pick up a ranch packet and toss it at the wall.
Man that explosion was glorious.
And I don't feel angry really about the fat people, the diabetics, the rudeness. They draw no hatred. No, I pity them.
I pity their foolishness, their wasted life. Their poor decisions, or their unfortunate circumstances.
I can smile while pitying.
I'd rather be hated, than pitied. So in this way, it's even worse. For them.
Ha.
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Friday, October 5, 2012
It's Expected
I was sweeping up the lobby, when a big group of people, decided to walk by. They had sat and ate, for a while, and there was a door closer to them, not in the way of my sweeping. But whatever.
So I stand there like an idiot, letting them pass, before I sweep some more. They're walking all over my dirt pile.
'now would be one of those moments to say something like 'have a nice evening, guys'
but I let the moment pass. And swept the area again. Upon inspection of the tables they occupied I thought 'hmph. they didn't deserve a farewell anyway.' cups and trash everywhere.
Parents these days. sheesh. Not making their kids pick up after themselves?
jerks.
So I stand there like an idiot, letting them pass, before I sweep some more. They're walking all over my dirt pile.
'now would be one of those moments to say something like 'have a nice evening, guys'
but I let the moment pass. And swept the area again. Upon inspection of the tables they occupied I thought 'hmph. they didn't deserve a farewell anyway.' cups and trash everywhere.
Parents these days. sheesh. Not making their kids pick up after themselves?
jerks.
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