And to this day, when I'm shopping, sometimes I get bumped for the regular (and sometimes I'm the regular they prioritize).
I would walk out of a store that stopped helping me to help a "regular" or someone they knew was going to be spending more than me. Even if I needed the item I was buying. I get it; it's all about making money. But you don't know who a new customer is or what they're going to spend, and stopping the help you're giving them to help someone you feel is more important is rude IMO.
Are you sure you want a customer service job? It doesn't really sound like it. Trust me, it's not the type of job where you can act like you're doing them the favor.
Oh, I don't want a customer service job. I worked at Perkins as a hostess/waitress in college and figured out quickly I'd do best NOT working with the public. But again, my savings is dwindling and I'm not hearing back from anyone else so at this point, I'm inclined to take what I'm offered. And do it to the very best of my abilities, even if that means going home and screaming into a pillow every night after work.
Is there a program you could do that would allow you to get the skills you need for something that would excite you more?
And that's the very crux of the matter: absolutely no job "excites" me. Never has. I've always admired people who knew what they wanted to do from an early age (my professional French horn player knew he wanted to play French horn professionally when he was six. At six, I didn't even know what a French horn was). I *have* to work to pay the bills (no matter how often Dad offers to let me mooch off of him). I *can* tolerate pretty much anything. Interestingly, that was something Dad brought up after I told him I accepted the job. He's not enthusiastic about me working retail either, and because he knows me, he knows I'll stay somewhere long after I stopped "enjoying" the job, or even finding it mildly acceptable. And then I'll be unhappy and he hates when I'm unhappy because he's a #1 dad. We actually got into a few arguments when I was at my last job because I would complain and he would tell me to just quit already if it was making me so unhappy. And finally...I did. I tried to reassure him today; I told him I have practice now at quitting a job (I've never been fired and prior to my last job, I'd only ever left a job when I had to go back to school) so I'll be much better at doing it sooner rather than later this time around if it comes to that.
