It’s basically my brain vomiting through my fingertips. Bring a poncho. Splash zone… |
I’m the kind of guy we all look at and unintentionally describe as “Oh, bless his heart”… |
"30-Day Blogging Challenge ON HIATUS" by Fivesixer prompt: What is the Hardest Part of Your Job? Tell us how you deal with it. I’m pretty lucky as far as jobs go…my tribe and I own a business, and it’s pretty easy. The most difficult part is dealing with human beings. When they come into our store, it’s as if they leave logic outside in their purse in the car. I only work one or two days a week, and I have issues when remembering faces. They become frustrated when I don’t instantly recognize them, their name, their lineage…but they’re silent when I ask them what my name is. Or when we’re wearing a mask as they walk in because we believe in science, and they ask if they need to put a mask on. Why do they look to me for moral guidance in that instance? If you’re not gonna care enough about anyone to wear a mask, why would you ask just because I have one on? We’re almost two years into a pandemic…I refuse to believe anyone “forgets” their mask at this point. Maybe being forty years old has ruined some of my perspective to the point changes need to be made within myself. I don’t have the same love for humanity I grasped when I was in my twenties, the belief that peace and love would save the world. I just don’t have much faith anymore, and it makes me sad. I’m sure that’ll change again, I’m certain I’ll find magiv in the world amongst the humans. But for now, the hardest part of my life also happens to be the hardest part of my job: humans. |