nerves

It’s official, I am scared of my customers.

On Saturday, I had a lady call me and scream at me just about every profanity she had and rant for at least twenty minutes because of something I had absolutely no control over. I left work that day deeply upset. I don’t like my customers to be unhappy and I like even less when they take it out on me. There wasn’t anything I could have done different or to make her happy. But nothing I told myself seemed to help. I just felt bad. Guilt is something I am very good at.

I was helping a customer today who was extremely nice and at one point she stopped, narrowed her eyes and asked me how old I was, my heart stopped because I was waiting for her to yell at me – for what I don’t know, but she was just checking because the gift she was buying was for her daughter just a couple years younger than me. I realized at that point, I am just wiating for someone else to scream at me. Uhg.

The hazzards of working in retail.