I’m quitting my job at the end of this month and I don’t have another job lined up. All I will have is my savings account and my “creativity”.
I’ve had a job since I was 15 years old and since then have always had the comfort of a constant paycheck. But for the first time in my life, I’m uncomfortable with that.
I am a people person and when I say that I don’t just mean I socialize a lot, I mean I love people! I genuinely love interacting with others and hearing what they have to say. When I ask “how are you?”, I actually mean it! No Seattle Freeze over here…
Or that’s who I used to be anyway, before I started working in customer service.
I was the person who would go out of her way to make the odd person out feel comfortable. To make anyone feel comfortable! To make someone smile or laugh when they were feeling down. Just because.
Most of the jobs that I’ve had in the past four years have involved taking care of people in one way or another. From 2008-2010, I was a caregiver for people with developmental disabilities and I loved that! But eventually the people I cared for became old enough to care for themselves. In 2011, I moved on to working in customer service, which is a whole different realm of care giving. A realm I was not used to. I went from a job where my smile, politeness, and humor were appreciated to a job where all those things were expected.
Even if the person I’m interacting with is being hostile, FOR NO REASON. Even if the person is being completely disrespectful, FOR NO REASON. I’m supposed to be nice because “it’s my job”.
To me, kindness and courtesy are GIFTS not things that are just given away to be left on the floor.
I take things too personally, I know.
BUT! I’d rather be who I am than have to serve a bunch of people who don’t care, because in all actuality I REALLY DO FUCKING CARE.
That being said, I Q U I T.