  I've ranted before about customers at work. Well, today I heard a new line. A "regular" came in demanding that I turn on the gas pump. Anyone who has been around Waco has seen the pumps say...Prepay only. This one is no exemption. So, if I don't know the person I'm not going to turn on a pump for them.
So, this guy got really upset because I refused to turn it on for him. "I've been coming in here every morning for years and now I'm being asked to leave something in order for you to authorize my pump. I don't think so. I'll take my business elsewhere. " His words exactly. Why did I remember this?
Because like most people in this town, he got an attitude with me for doing my job. What did I do? Well, I looked him straight in his eyes and said, "Sorry, sir, but I've never seen you in here and I work nights during the week. So, I can't authorize a pump when our policy is, prepay. " Which I said politely and with a smile. Which by the way pissed him off.
So, we lost a customer. No love lost here. LOL If only I could say the same for all the other idiots who get all pissy because of our store policy. It's not my fault that gas stations get: 1. robbed the most, 2. have things stolen all the time, and 3. is one of the most dangerous jobs in America. So, here I am, trying hard to smile and be polite to these people when I truly want to lean over the counter and strangle these morons. Secondly, I'm tired of the whole fakeness of it all.
My best friend has once told me, that I'm always smiling and cheerful. "If they only knew. " LOL Who wants to see a cashier who looks murderous? Besides, I do want to keep my job. After 9 straight days of working, I was tired. Friday was my first day off in 9 days.
I needed a break from the fakeness, from being cheerful constantly. I needed to be myself. So for two blissful days, I got to relax. Be me. Not someone who seemed to be on Prozac, but me. If I become a schizophrenic, this is why.
The cheerful one that customers see and berate when things don't go their way and the second one, the real one, that is sedated, subdued. It's going to be hard if I become a manager. I'll be fake for 52 hours a week and will probably work 7 days a week. Now that is going to draining. The only upside to this is the money. Being fake for money, is that bad? 
