THF
I was going through some old papers today and found a note written on receipt paper, clearly from a day at the THF, most likely Smith's Creek or another of those wonderfully dismal cashiering stations.
I realized today that I hate people. Not any individuals, but people as a whole for the way we humans tend to be. Of course, I've known this about myself on some level for quite some time, but it always comes to the surface of my mind when I spend an excessive amount of time at America's greatest history attraction, The Henry Ford, also known as my place of employment and my second home, as it has been owning my soul for the summer months of the past few years. I've only been here since the beginning of May this season, and it has already distilled within me feelings of great disdain for a wide variety of people, visitors and fellow employees alike.
Oh how I'm going to miss that place. (I won't be back this season, though March 12th marks three years.) And at that point, I hadn't even been called a jackass by a customer yet!
I realized today that I hate people. Not any individuals, but people as a whole for the way we humans tend to be. Of course, I've known this about myself on some level for quite some time, but it always comes to the surface of my mind when I spend an excessive amount of time at America's greatest history attraction, The Henry Ford, also known as my place of employment and my second home, as it has been owning my soul for the summer months of the past few years. I've only been here since the beginning of May this season, and it has already distilled within me feelings of great disdain for a wide variety of people, visitors and fellow employees alike.
Oh how I'm going to miss that place. (I won't be back this season, though March 12th marks three years.) And at that point, I hadn't even been called a jackass by a customer yet!