Tirades

I went out with my friend Brent tonight and sat and talked for a while about all different things.  One of the things to come out of the conversation was this...

Maybe it's just the fact that I'm transitioning again.

Or maybe it's the fact that I've gotten, for all intents and purposes, no sleep in about a week.

Or maybe it's the fact that I've spent more time alone this week than I have ever in my life and about to embark on a year where that will be the case.

But I am irrevocably and quite unapologetically crankier than normal.  Which leads to tirades from me.

First of all, I think I will freak out on the next person who gets that assertive "I'm better than you" look in their eye the next time they ask what I do and I say "I work at Starbucks."  

1. I chose this position that I am in.  I have 2 degrees from the school that is ranked 30th in universities (by some magazine..who knows.)  Either way, I'm not hurting in the education department.  If I wanted to have a better paying, less flexible job, I would. 

2. The next time someone says that it's not a "real" job, I don't think that I will freak out.  I know it.  Who defined this so-called "real job" anyway??  Because when you really stop to think about it, which is the harder worker: The person who sits at a desk on facebook all day feigning work or the person who works up a sweat and knows how to get customers to calm down in even the worst of situations.

Now, I'm not saying that any job is better than another here.  And I'm really not saying this for my benefit.  I am simply saying that to the woman raising 3 kids and working 2 jobs that are both similar in stature to my Starbucks job, this is a REAL job.  And people should stop and think about that before they open their mouths.  Because while I chose to be there to give me flexibility while I pursue other endeavors, that woman needs that job and she may not have any other option.  

I just can't handle the assertion of one person over another anymore.  It's time that we get off of our high horses and start to try to understand our fellow people.  So the next time you go get your Venti Skinny Vanilla Latte and you want to be rude to the person taking your order, think about someone coming into your place of employment and telling you that everything you do is wrong and that the product you just produced is crappy.  

Also, I am tired.  And really really stressed out.