spending a couple years in the service industry or working retail is so important.
For example, you may have seen a lot of stuff on here about "doctors don't listen to/believe their patients"
and as someone with a doctor father and an ER nurse mother i can tell you... that is for sure a real issue.
But as someone who spent many years working restaurants, hotels, and various registers, i can also tell you that patients are still the public, and "customers don't know wtf they are talking about" still applies
and if you've spent a couple years in service or retail and learned about dealing with the public, you can recognize when you are getting the same responses you sometimes have when dealing with the public, and know how to navigate it.
Other jobs definitely can teach you this, contractors and dog trainers and plumbers all have to deal with customers, i've done some of those jobs and the public is the public wherever you are. But there's just something about the intense nature of working registers and waiting tables, the sheer volume of customer interactions per shift that changes the experience to a trial by fire that forges a specific kind of understanding of the public.
It's a social ability that is just, so very helpful to have in your back pocket.
It's not just doctors of course, and not just for when you are paying at a register yourself. Any time you are dealing with a public point of contact, a banker, a call center, a secretary -- knowing what it's like to deal with the public all day can save you from accidentally being The Problem Customer, and help you recognize when you're, for example, genuinely requesting something that people usually don't really mean to request or whatever.
It is as helpful as learning several other languages, and istg the world would be a better place if it was the social norm for 100% of everyone to spend like 3 years in retail or FOH restaurants/hotels as the first jobs you work.
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I am home!!!
And like... 95% recovered from the Rona!
Instead of taking a chill flight back from my Whoop Whoop Girls Weekend in Las Vegas, I drove 1700 miles over the course of roughly three days, subsisting off gas station food I thankfully could barely taste due to Plague reasons, and looking at fields upon fields of Corn.
It was an adventure! A terrible, terrible adventure! Though driving through Utah and Wyoming was actually pretty neat, and they are both beautiful states! I bonded with my sis over the incredibly stressful situation and how exhausted we were. Also we picked up lunch from a diner that won Best Burger in Iowa in 2016 and it’s proudly emblazoned on all their menus and the lady who gave us our food was really happy to tell us that and made sure to tell the cook behind the counter that I really loved her burger because they were all very very proud of her. It was incredibly charming. Really this whole experience was both deeply charming and extremely terrible, I never want to repeat it again and I am also kind of grateful it happened.
But all of this is to say that I am home now! And happy to get back to working on tags. While laying in my ownnnn damn bed.
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— for: @queenwolf | NIGHT SETTLES AS THICK FABRIC ACROSS THICKER WILDERNESS, DRAPES ITSELF AGAINST A BACKDROP OF TREE AND TREE AND TREE. the woods is silent and still, its quiet pierced thinly by the chirping of insects, the whistling of breeze, the slow rustling of something heavy within thicket. this night is dark and calm, glimpses of firefly illumination flickering like dying - out stars, and the change in atmosphere ( as if the wilderness was preparing to clear a path, as if something unbelonging there had arrived ) is only barely noticeable, beginning slow at first, and then becoming overwhelming. the trees shudder at the movement through them, the winds shift direction; the grass flattens itself before a large paw has the chance to find the ground, reverence to the beast given as it moves through this space –– it's domain. it moves slow and strong, groans low through this steady gait, smells an unfamiliar scent.
this wilderness has been untouched for four years, unseen by ordinary folk and ignored by those more special. that is how the beast likes it most, when its existence is untampered with, when its wilderness is its own. but now, but now... something is different. slow, the beast makes it way to the center of the wilderness, a neutral spot not quite between the human and the unreal. it is seen by everyone, only reached by the most curious. the bear, in all its glory, creates heavy footprints against the earth, leaving a path for whoever unknown is in its woods. when it reaches the center, where a single tree stump sits, ancient and patterned with rings ––– it waits patient.
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