bad day

It’s a funny thing. And Susie, you’ll laugh at this. It’s a funny thing but the checkout girls and guys at Woolies don’t ask me how my day is anymore. Or what I’ve been doing. Or what I’ll be doing for the rest of the day. I only realised that today. Just to backtrack a bit, I had a little not big picture stuff rant a while ago, and not at the employees, but the management, who make these often very young checkout kids ask me about my day, what I did and what I’m going to do. I know it’s their job, but they don’t really care. And why should they. It’s just a job with an auto prompt.  I do believe just a smile and a how are you would do it on both parties side, unless we choose to engage further. It’s not really necessary otherwise to initiate this false banter. I feel for them and I really feel for me. We could all do without the potentially awkward moment. Today I realised they hadn’t asked me for a while. I thought yay, management have realised what a crock of shit it is. But then I noticed the lady at the checkout counter behind me was being asked. So it was just me. It’s just been me a few times then. I do engage, and smile sweetly and kindly because I do know it’s not their fault but clearly they can see it in my eyes. Don’t ask me how my day has been because I just might tell you.

8 thoughts on “bad day

  1. I missed your original rant but I hear you now. I’d add in apprentice hairdressers asking ‘doing anything special tonight’. (Anyway, how do you tell a 16 year old that sitting on the couch reading Grazia and with wine and carbs is considered ‘special’.)

    • Absolutely. Exactly. Often feels completely inappropriate … the average 16 yr old does not want to know, couldn’t care less, and probably wouldn’t know what to do with the info if we truly shared. Many of my friends think I’m mean spirited, but I’m not. It’s just a complete farce.

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