Two types of people pursue a full-time career in the retail industry: morons and sociopaths. Exceptions to that rule are rare. Since I’m just arrogant enough to believe I’m not a complete moron, that leaves me with the option of honing my sociopathic skills. Or, I could jab a screwdriver through my temple to knock me down a few pegs. Not real appealing options either way.
I hate this job a lot more than other jobs I’ve had, but for some reason there’s not nearly the sense of dread I felt when on my way to other jobs. The feeling, I imagine, is not unlike going into shock. If you trip and skin your knee or step on a bottle top that lodges in your heel, the pain is immediate and sharp. Whereas, if you were to jump off a four-story building and survive, you could break every bone in your body but not feel anything.
To the same degree, trying to drown this job out with booze (as I’m about to do) is like a long, tedious version of driving a screwdriver through my temple.
You should do posts on the type of idiotic customers you encounter day to day.
Problem is it’s not really the customers who piss me off. Most of them are surprisingly cool and patient, all things considered. It’s the place and the people who run the place that piss me off. Writing about them would be a good way to get fired.
I think the term you’re looking for is dooced.