People

The more I work for the public the less I like people. I stop seeing that the vast majority of people are pleasant and thoughtful and see the minority who just don't care for any one but themselves. The thoughless few wear me out. Recent examples include the mom who told me I wasn't looking hard enough for the book her daughter needed for a report due the following morning, even though I was on my knees looking book by book, or the parents who allow their toddlers to pull books off the shelves and gleefully tell other parents how nice it is to be out and not have to clean up after their kids, or the people who leave trash, tissues, used diapers for one of us to clean up.

I don't forget about the many adults and children who thank me for my help, who cleanup after themselves or tell me how much they love the store.

I'm tired of allowing myself to be brought down by the negative few. I think I'll start paying attention to the nice folks. I'll make a mental note of the people who are thoughtful or kind. I'm going to work on noticing the good and ignoring the bad. I love this job. I want to continue to enjoy it.