I work in customer service, and I love my job.. I really do.
But, at the moment, its either the best job in the world, or its absolutely soul destroying.
On a bad day I am nothing more than a human punchbag for customers to verbally abuse, and always over things that are not my fault, and that I personally cannot change or have any control over. I don't make the rules.. On anything! I just get paid to adhere to them! I'm utterly utterly powerless.
People appear to forget that when they abuse retail staff that it might just be one incident in their day, but for that staff member on that front line you are just one more person in a long line of people who have had a go at them that day. Swore at them. Called them names. Told them they were stupid. Thrown things at them. Etc etc.
And it takes a toll. Your confidence declines, your mental health declines.. Many a day I find myself fighting back the tears as I deal with someone else speaking to me like I'm just a peice of shit.
In fact one day I had to leave the shop floor, in tears, because a string of aggressive and abusive customers just broke me. There I was, standing outside the shop, sobbing, and still I had a parade of customers coming up to me asking for help, as the tears were streaming down my face and I was in obvious distress. No respect, no humanity, no compassion. But still, in the eyes of the public I am the one who is the problem.
And all this for pennies above minimum wage, no overtime rate, no bank holiday rate, no time off in lieu.. And always the worry that some customer complaint will see me unemployed.
Sometimes I wonder why I continue to do it, and then I remember that it's because I genuinely want to help people, and to be kind and nice to them. That stuff actually makes me happy.
Yes, I am utterly responsible for my attitude at work. 100 %. But from where I am standing the customer has often forgotten that they too are responsible for their attitude to me.
I'm not a human punchbag, I have feelings, and I am worn down, tired, frustrated and fragile just like you are.
If it costs me nothing to be kind to you, then what does it really cost you to be kind to me and see/treat me as your equal?
Or is that too much to ask?