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When you remember flipping through paper-catalogues from Quelle/Neckermann/Otto as stupid 90s-kid...
You know you’re getting old when Santa starts looking younger. Do you remember when you could untangle the Christmas lights without losing your temper?
You know you’re getting old when Santa starts looking younger. Do you remember when you could untangle the Christmas lights without losing your temper?
Don't mess with old ladies, period!I knew I was getting old when: I realized that my depression had turned into full-blown rage ... And I ❤ it! Y'all better watch out for the angry old lady from Pasadena!
I knew I was getting old when: I realized that my depression had turned into full-blown rage ... And I ❤ it! Y'all better watch out for the angry old lady from Pasadena!
I think that happens to a lot of us. The older we get the less patience we have with the BS we're forced to endure, and the more likely we are to do something about it. All that "be a nice lady and smile" stuff we grew up internalizing didn't get us anywhere, and we very naturally come to resent it. It's especially difficult when you work in a business that requires you to shuffle and grin for the public and hide what you'd really like to say to them if you could give yourself free rein. If I was giving advice to a young person who wanted to become an actor, I'd advise them to go out and get the most demeaning service job they could find. They'll learn to act pretty damn quick.
Remember that folks, when you go in to a place and demand that the staff bow and scrape before your presence. Just because we wait on you doesn't mean we don't make merciless fun of you the minute your back is turned.
I've never understood those types, and the only "demands" I make are the expectations that people who are hired to do a job should do it to the best of their abilities; not surprisingly, those expectations are not always met....Remember that folks, when you go in to a place and demand that the staff bow and scrape before your presence. Just because we wait on you doesn't mean we don't make merciless fun of you the minute your back is turned.
Beyond that, however, I've long held the belief that it's important to remember that someone's occupation--working in a theater, or as a driver, or as a shoe salesperson, and so on--is not the sum total of who and what these people are. I don't care if someone is a sewer cleaner or the C.E.O. of a multi-billion-dollar company, I treat everyone I encounter with the same level of respect as a person first and foremost; "Do unto others..." and all that. It's so much easier to be civil and use words like "Hello", "Please", and "Thank you", than it is to be ill-mannered and/or unkind, and in my experience people respond in kind (for the most part, anyway) and it makes each interaction that much more pleasant. Sure, some people are going to be disagreeable no matter what I do--having a bad day, naturally sour, whatever--but at least I'm not making their day worse. Unless they start it, of course; then the gloves come off.
Wasn't it Capone's henchmen who would say to their victim: "Nothing personal, strictly business."The executioner might be the most polite fellow in the internment camp. It wouldn't change the fact that he's about to slip a noose around your neck.