"Where your care is not our problem..."
That's the Whoopin' House's Slogan.
Call me what you want; smartass, jackass, or some other word with the word ass attached somewhere.
But the fact of the matter is I simply cannot be bothered.
Yes, even now during the Christmas season. Even during these times of want and woe.
I come to work today, even though as I was warming up the car I got a text asking if I can stay until close. I've skipped out on a few other things this week, so I figured, sure. It's only an extra hour, but now I have to close.
Somehow, a different store's manager's two flat tires make this my responsibility.
I'm here now, against my will. Against every instinctual impulse.
And the first customer of the day, who had been sitting in the parking lot since around the time I got here, comes staggering up to the counter, wanting to pay their bill.
I ask about the phone number, they give it, and in the momentary silence between them telling me and me giving them the balance, they mutter, "My house burned last night."
I say I'm sorry, holding back the temptation to say, "Frankly, we've all got problems. I've got them, my boss has them, my co-worker has them, and so do you. And while yours are a little heavier than the usual fare, I haven't the slightest idea of who you are. The only reason I know your name is because I'm staring at your account.
I'm not a fireman, repairman, insurance man or Spiderman. I can't help you, reimburse you or save you.
This information doesn't do anything but make this transaction between us that much more awkward.
So why are you telling me this?"
But you can't say that. Because its Christmas time. Or more importantly, I need to have a job.
Sure, on some level I feel bad for what happened to them, but that's instantly dissolved the moment they started to
unpack their problems on me.
If I have known you for more than, I don't know, 10 seconds, I might have a little more genuine concern.
But since you don't know me from LITERALLY the cashier at Starbucks, save your story for the proverbial 'someone that cares.' Because I can't be bothered.
Wow. I feel awesome today.
Call me what you want; smartass, jackass, or some other word with the word ass attached somewhere.
But the fact of the matter is I simply cannot be bothered.
Yes, even now during the Christmas season. Even during these times of want and woe.
I come to work today, even though as I was warming up the car I got a text asking if I can stay until close. I've skipped out on a few other things this week, so I figured, sure. It's only an extra hour, but now I have to close.
Somehow, a different store's manager's two flat tires make this my responsibility.
I'm here now, against my will. Against every instinctual impulse.
And the first customer of the day, who had been sitting in the parking lot since around the time I got here, comes staggering up to the counter, wanting to pay their bill.
I ask about the phone number, they give it, and in the momentary silence between them telling me and me giving them the balance, they mutter, "My house burned last night."
I say I'm sorry, holding back the temptation to say, "Frankly, we've all got problems. I've got them, my boss has them, my co-worker has them, and so do you. And while yours are a little heavier than the usual fare, I haven't the slightest idea of who you are. The only reason I know your name is because I'm staring at your account.
I'm not a fireman, repairman, insurance man or Spiderman. I can't help you, reimburse you or save you.
This information doesn't do anything but make this transaction between us that much more awkward.
So why are you telling me this?"
But you can't say that. Because its Christmas time. Or more importantly, I need to have a job.
Sure, on some level I feel bad for what happened to them, but that's instantly dissolved the moment they started to
unpack their problems on me.
If I have known you for more than, I don't know, 10 seconds, I might have a little more genuine concern.
But since you don't know me from LITERALLY the cashier at Starbucks, save your story for the proverbial 'someone that cares.' Because I can't be bothered.
Wow. I feel awesome today.