OK, OK, I guess this is a good thread to tell a little tale of mine, since it is definitely about the topic at hand:
Years ago, I was working a decidedly dead-end job in retail. I was going to school part time, and working on my pottery as much as I could. (Even had a wheel and kiln at home.) I made no secret at work of my pottery activities, even giving them invitations to several gallery shows I was in. (For one show, we even got ia nice write-up in the L.A. Times! Woo Hoo!)
So, there I was, happily pursuing my dreams of fine art pottery, and doing pretty well with it. (Critically, but not necessarily financially. Pretty familiar story, eh?) But I was happy and proud with my modest progress. Galleries, juried shows, sales–I was very active. It’s also worth noting here that when I did invite my coworker friends to my gallery shows, they didn’t seem to want to acknowledge it. It was like it didn’t “compute”, or something.
Anyway, one day at this dead-end retail job some of the younger girls (who were attending a local junior college or planning to as soon as they got out of high school) were talking about their grades. I made some comment about how I hated high school, and how I didn’t remember much of it. (I started to really blossom in college.)
So their response to me? “Well, that’s why you’re still here.” (Meaning, “that’s why you are still working this dead-end job.”) I was dumbfounded. I couldn’t believe they’d say that. Especially these girls, who had complained before that I talked “too fancy” for them (my vocabulary was apparently too advanced for them). These girls, who knew what I did in my free time, and knew about my successes in fine art ceramics. And they’d say this to me? I gave them an opportunity to take it back. Oh no. They repeated it, and laughed.
I never was so hurt in my life, I don’t think. I had always considered these girls my friends, but I did not talk to them for days after that. (It really shook them up, since I am generally laid-back and talkative.)
There is just NO DAMNED EXCUSE for that attitude. You don’t know why someone is working where they are, and there is NO EXCUSE for assuming that they are there because they did try hard enough in school. I especially was pissed with these girls, because they knew what I was doing with pottery, and they knew I was doing well with it. And yet I’m still some “loser”?
Yes, this attitude stinks, big time.