Smile! It’s only a job!
Nearly every job I’ve held has required me to have a sunny and bright personality and to be happy as can be regardless of the situation. From working a cash register to waiting tables to supervising in retail to now managing a medical front office, my fake smile is what has to carry me through the day. I laugh at jokes that aren’t funny, I engage people in conversations when I don’t feel like talking, I listen to people discuss problems I don’t care about. I am the fakest person in the world.
Anyone that has had to put on a happy face in order to perform their job duties knows how tiring it can get. There are some days I begin to run out of niceness and I get the urge to start snapping at people. I suppose this is the main reason I come home cranky most days; I use up all my good attutide trying to get through an 11 hour day of being nice to people who don’t deserve it.
At times, I dislike the part of myself that allows me to act so fake and friendly at my place of employment. I feel like a phony at times. I know I shouldn’t, especially since the reason I was hired for my current job is due to the fact that I am good at acting like I care and I always smile. Regardless, I do wish that part of me didn’t exist because it makes me a liar of sorts.
Most days, I wish for a job where I don’t have to put on an act. A job where I don’t have to pretend to like anyone I don’t actually enjoy being around. A job where I’m allowed to cuss and throw things. A job where I can refuse service to anyone I choose not to deal with for whatever reason, big or small, I happen to have. If anyone knows where I can obtain such a job, please contact me immediately.