You really need to get those lenses changed.
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Nobody can argue with the fact that a cornerstone of the service industry is that people can pay money to treat other people poorly, dismissively, or outright abusively. That’s what the service industry is - it’s an outlet for people with money, a modern whipping boy. Sick of your boss being a dick to you all day down at the office? Go be a total asshole to the ticket-taker at your local movie theater. Tired of dealing with sloppy kids all day? Go to the local Target and make a complete mess of the sections you browse in - someone else will have to clean up after you. Be an asshole to your waitress and stiff them on the tip. Snap at the McDonalds drive thru clerk when you can’t understand what he says. Bitch out the store manager at Best Buy because you forgot to pick up a necessary accessory. Etc. etc. etc.
Therapy for the haves.
Nope - she’s got the thousand-yard stare going. They don’t want to make her a bitch in any way, they’re trying to move product, and they don’t really want us disliking anyone in their commercial.
Your second paragraph is just bizarre in the extreme. Do you actually live in the real world?
Me personally, no I don’t agree with that assessment at all. And from this pit thread, it appears that lots of others disagree with TLDRIDKJKLOLFTW as well.
I think this is going to be largely a matter of definitions.
I think any normal human being could argue quite effectively with your ridiculous premise, but you aren’t interested in debate, you have once again put forth a ridiculous exaggeration as fact. When I spend money, I hope to get what I’m after and have the whole experience reflect the golden rule on both sides. I have witnessed exceptions, but they are exceptions. When I worked jobs that put me on the delivering end of the service and retail industries, I certainly had some bad experiences, but they were not the norm.
Then I guess I must be a nobody, because I’m about to argue with it.
I do not have a right to abuse minimum-wage dro… workers. I do not need that sort of therapy, nor is that what I’m paying for. I’m (usually) not paying for a service, I’m paying for a product. The retail worker is there to facilitate the sale, and unless I’m in a particularly bad mood, I’m always cheerful with him or her.
You have some VERY odd ideas about how the world works.
Ya know, this post alone could go a long way toward explaining why you don’t have any friends.
Drones are male bees that are kept around the hive only to have the annual mating flight with the queen. Then one drone gets to mate with her and dies from having his genitals ripped out (as a worker dies when she stings), and the other drones are barred from the hive and die. Otherwise, drones don’t work. It’s the (sterile female) worker bees who gather pollen and nectar, secrete the wax to build the hive, etc. How did the term “drones” get applied to workers anyway?
The whole ‘Human Resources’ thing bothers me. Have you seen what companies do to resources?
P. G. Wodehouse got it right with The Drones Club, hangout for Bertie Wooster and his idle rich cronies who toiled not nor did they spin, but only whiled away their days throwing playing cards into top hats while waiting for night to descemd so they could go out and steal policemen’s helmets.
[Doctor Who] This time - it’s personnel! [/Doctor Who]
Does anyone know who the actress who plays the ticket girl is? She looks really familiar and I’m half convinced I’ve even met her, but I can’t place where.
Any help would be appreciated.
I thought it was because they all look alike and the most enthusiastic response you can get out of them is, “ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…” Drones are fat and lazy and oafish - they’re not the eager go-getters the worker bees are.
I don’t really think it has much to do with bees or ants at all. My thinking was that “drones” was used in a sense of a kind of dumb robot, like a target drone, for example.
If I remember correctly, the drones even loll about, waiting to be fed by the worker bees. Basically all they do is flit around, waiting to have sex.
If it wasn’t for the whole penis-ripped-out thing, it would seem a more enviable life than corporate worker beedom.
Um… unless the penis-ripping-out thing is the analogy to corporate work.
[Waylon Smithers speaking to Mr. Burns]
“Um, he’s Homer Simpson, sir. One of your drones in sector 7-G.”
[/Smithers]
I’m not offended by the term. I’ve used it to describe my job in the past - retail drone. I don’t feel demeaned when others use it, and I think of it more as a description of the job than of me personally. It’s the part I play eight hours a day, it’s not who I am.
I like being a retail drone, FWIW. I like to feel helpful and I enjoy talking to people, I don’t aspire to move up the corporate ladder and I feel comfortable taking orders rather than giving them. The term “drone” (as popular use would have it) seems to fit what I do.
Just as all adults have been young, most adults have had those jobs.
We had our turn, now you have your turn. A few years down the road, you’ll be the guy with the good salary who remembers all those years you put in as a retail drone, and you’ll be reading threads just exactly like these by indignant young people whose dignity is offended. And you’ll try to explain to them that 19 out of every 20 adults you know had a job just like that when they were young, and that we all know what it’s like, but you just won’t be able to get through to that young person, because, “No adult could possibly understand what I’m feeling.”
When I was a college student I was hopping mad that the customers at the pizza restaurant treated me like I was a waitress. Imagine the effrontery! Couldn’t they tell that I was destined for better things, that I was really kind of honoring them by acting as their pizza waitress when I would one day have a good, professional job? My dad had a PhD, for heaven’s sake? Surely I was not any common waitress like all the other common waitresses in every other restaurant. Did they think I had nothing better to do at the time than bring them their pizza promptly?
I’m just glad we didn’t have message boards or blogs at that time, because I’m pretty sure I’d mortified now but what I said back then, and I’m quite thankful that there’s no electronic record of it to haunt me now.
You are the public face of the company you work for. Look pleasant and do your job well.