I get a kick out of it, so why shouldn't others? It was today, though, when I realized that what I see is good for sharing. I have to actively make my job better, and people watching helps.
#PEOPLE WATCHER PROFESSIONAL#
Though, I prefer to be known as a professional people watcher. Probably better known as one of those people who annoys the crap out of you when you're walking through the mall. The crazies are out, folks.Īnd I'm a Kiosk Sales Associate. I've had to do it a few times, but I reached eight today. I actually had to start a tally today of how many people I saw doing just that. Not that I personally care, but you never know who's listening.Īnd then there's the people who enjoy talking to themselves. But some advice to all the younger readers out there: you should probably talk about that stuff where you can't be overheard. I probably would have found it quite an entertaining conversation if I hadn't been instantly reminded of how sad my own love life has been for the past few months. It didn't take me long to figure out that they were planning a weekend of strange uncharted sexual territory when the girl's parents were going out of town. The girl almost spilled her latte everywhere at one point, which would be the point that I really started listening in. I had to roll my eyes and turn away.Ī couple of hours later, a teenage couple was sitting on a bench nearby having what I think they thought appeared to be just a cute conversation between two young lovers, but they were too loud and excited for it to actually be that, though you'd only notice if you were paying attention. I'm not generally one to judge, but damn. I turned around and saw that the woman talking had a solid C chest. The women were talking about the possibility of one getting a boob job because men just didn't like how small her chest was. I'd just finished checking out a customer (believe it or not, people do actually shop at those kiosks from time to time) when a couple of women were walking by and my ears picked up their conversation. But I'm the invisible sales person, so I guess it just in the description. I hear more conversations about penises, bad sex, and other mundanely bad things than the average person should ever have to hear. Some people should really think about that more actively. You know you've had a conversation with someone where at one point you thought to yourself, "It's a good thing no one can hear what we're saying right now." It's a lack of listening skills that makes it not so obvious to the general public.
#PEOPLE WATCHER FULL#
People talk about some really strange, really awful, or just downright wrong things, in full earshot of other people. Sure, sometimes it's kids, but it usually the adults saying the ridiculously memorable things. Have you heard of that show, Kids Say the Darndest Things? The kids were always adorable and funny? Well, I have a sort of real life version of that playing in front of me every day at work. Hopefully it'll be a better week after that. I don't even have the mental energy to try and assess what happened. The second was a girl fight over some guy who turned out to be there with them and was just watching the fight. Their argument apparently got a little out of hand. The first fight was between a couple of guys over some sports team. On Saturday, within hours of each other, I witnessed two separate fights. The cherry on top was this older woman who cursed me out for not selling something that had nothing to do with what's sold at my kiosk (I won't tell you what I sell, but she was looking for some pretty strange S&M objects.)
I eventually just had to start ignoring people.Īnd of the customers that I did get, at least three every day were overly rude. But nothing that I could figure out was wrong. Maybe I had something in my teeth, or my hair was sticking up funny.
But I was getting all sorts of negative attention this weekend. I probably wouldn't have noticed if I weren't so used to just being ignored. More people scoffed at my kiosk and I than ever before in such a short period of time. Was there a newscast reporting someone slipping something into the water supply that I missed? Or the death of everyone's favorite person that I somehow managed not to hear about? Or something equally ridiculous?īecause all weekend, almost everyone I encountered was some level of angry.
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