Perhaps it’s a difference in attitude. From my first job as a petroleum transfer specialist on through various other careers, I tried my best to reserve my vitriol for supervisors and management, if they were deserving of same. The customer didn’t hire me for wage x, so why should I treat them with indifference? Maybe mine was the only smile they’d seen that day. A kind word goes far to lift people’s spirits, and hey-wouldn’t you like a sincere eye-contact-thank-you over a 99 cent burrito or a three dollar magazine?
I entered major corporate America as a service technician for a bank equipment company. The pay was decent, and the training was good. Bankers can be picky stinkers, but they’re paying big bucks for what we sold them. The bank’s customers were the ones I wanted to choke.
Scream at me because you forgot your PIN and the ATM ate your card after the third try. It’s also my fault that you managed to hit the drive-up drawer that was sticking out of the wall of the building with fluorescent paint on it-they can be so stealthy those drawers. Yes, it was my fault that instead of using two bags, you used one, and stuffed it till you could barely zipper it closed, and forced it into the night depository, jamming the damn thing, and keeping other customers from making their drops. Yes, that is my fault.
It is also my fault that you didn’t ask for a replacement of the first safe deposit key you lost, so that when you lost the other one, we have to drill your box. No, there is no master key to those boxes. If there was, would it really be ‘safe’ deposit? It was also my sly trick to force you to disregard the instructions on the kiosk, and drop your cash into the empty hole, followed by the cannister. We like having the turbine suck in $400 and expel green confetti.
Despite encounters of this type, I smiled, said thank you even though other words came to mind, and eventually became a suit, a manager of a four state territory! In that position, I defended the hard working people in the uniform, fought for good raises, canned the slackers, and balanced the P & L. After 10 years, the beancounters paid me back. We were “downsizing” an effective term for combining my region with the adjacent one. It probably made fiscal sense, as that manager was a bobblehead who never wanted to piss off those above, even though his people had no devotion to him.
My only satisfaction is that I met a lot of good, talented people, worked hard and earned every penny, and saw the beancounters run the company into the ground within another 10 years.
Some corporations do suck, but we don’t need to lower our personal standards while working for them. 