I continue to be thankful that not only do I have a job, but that I like the job that I have. My coworkers are all good, hard working people and none of them really irritate me. I never look at the schedule and think, Ugh. I'm working with so-and-so. Great. I'll need to make this bearable, better not forget the whiskey filled flask today.
The customers aren't bad either. I've found that very few people come to a small, independent toy store in a pissy mood and it's hard to get into a pissy mood if you're in such a fun environment. If someone does get into a bad mood it's usually because their kid keeps asking for a $200 doll house or their husband won't stop playing with the instruments in the music section, neither of which are my problem. So my job is virtually stress free.
That being said, I will state this complaint: People who want to stay and shop past closing time. Most of the time it's innocent folks just being dumb about time. Fine. But when someone says to me "What time do you close?" And I say, "Five minutes ago." The correct response is not, "Okay, well I'll only be a few more minutes." Experiences with people who say that has led me to a realization about myself: My skills as a salesperson have a Jekyll and Hyde-like quality. I am great up until closing. But after closing, much like a werewolf on the night of a full moon, I become a monster. As I've mentioned before, I'm also a horrible actress and it's really hard for me to disguise my true feelings. So even though I'm trying to smile at this poor unfortunate jerk who finds themselves asking me about Legos at 8:01, I know that in actuality I probably look like an uncontrollable, newly turned vampire ready to suck the life blood out of them. What's worse, I don't care. I want them to be scared. I want them to run.
Because of this I try to just stay away from people right before closing. There is always trash to take out or a toilet to clean.