Last night while driving home after another stressful night of work, I almost hit a rabbit. I didn't hit him, but I almost did. He ran in front of my car and froze in terror at the last second, and I went zooming right over the poor little guy. I didn't realize at first if I'd hit him or not, and when I looked in my rearview mirror and saw him still in the road, standing there just frozen in fear, I freaked out and started crying.
Now, I am a rather sensitive girl who likes animals and has never hit a living thing with her car before, sure. But I don't think that kind of thing would normally get me so upset if I hadn't just finished another seven hours at the lovely Bed Bath & Beyond.
All day, every day, I greet people obsessively and practically stalk them with a ridiculous grin, just about begging them to let me help them, just because that's what that company thinks customers want. The people I work for send secret shoppers in after me to make sure I'm doing what they want, whether real-life customers like it or not. And I'm so scared of getting a bad grade from one of their little spies that I spend my time shouting out desperate greetings to people who pretend they can't hear me even though I'm right next to them, or who yell at me or make sarcastic comments to me because they feel oppressed or harrassed.
If it were up to me, I wouldn't be acting anywhere near the way that I do at work. But, unfortunately, what I'm paid to do is to go about playing this role, and when it upsets people, they don't get angry at managment or at the company, they just get angry at me, even though I'm not like that at all. And then at the end of the day there's this little rabbit in the road that is absolutely terrified of me, and it just makes me feel absolutely horrible because I didn't mean to scare him and I don't think I'm a scary person and I feel like I need to go back and explain that I'm not like that. Really, I'm not.
Anyway, Mike and I just now discovered Metalocalypse, and it's my new favorite show.
