A lady came up to my cash at work today to pay for her groceries.
“Hi there, how are you?” I asked as I began to ring in her purchases.
“Stressed,” she replied.
“Oh, how come?” I inquired.
She told me she recently lost her job at a bank in finance, and felt really stressed because she has no income.
“Oh no. How did you lose it?” I continued.
“I had a nervous breakdown,” she explained.
“I’m so sorry. Well, you can always apply for a job here. It’s pretty much stress free. We are always looking for new employees and at least you’d have some money coming in.”
“No,” she blurted. “This job is beneath me.”
Her words caught me off guard. I just stared at her in disbelief. You know, I really felt kind of insulted, almost like I needed to defend myself. Did she think we are all a bunch of uneducated dummies or something?
Does she think I’m so poor that I should chase a garbage truck with my grocery list? I think she just made me a member of a leper colony.
“I’m educated, you know,” I remarked, trying not to seem utterly offended or that I took it personally. “I have diplomas in many different fields.”
My eyebrows raised. “You explained that you are stressed and have no money, but some money is better than no money.”
“Maybe if I got a job as the manager, but I would never do your job. It would be too humiliating,” she stated. “My bank is close to this store and if anyone saw me working here, I would be so embarrassed.”
“Okay,” I said, and continued to bag her groceries.
She paid for her food and as she walked away I muttered, “have a nice day.”
Jesus. I think this chick needs to learn gratitude. I guess she’s never been hungry. A nervous breakdown should be a hint she’s in the wrong occupation. Sometimes the money isn’t worth it. For the record, I happen to like my job.
When the universe hands you an opportunity, don’t kick him in the stars.
~The look on your face~