Have you ever heard or saw a cobra rap? It's hissing done to a beat, lol. (picture me making wild and not so technically correct dance movements while hissing.) Our call sign is a 'C' on our shift. We have been Cobra with our own individual numbers for a while, and the officer in question has a last name of Rapp. (cobra rapp-get it?) Well, it was my one and only true funny of the day, at least 3 of us laughed. Another ass kicking Saturday night with the West Virginia Class race pulling in the crowds.
It might have been better if there had been more of us...but that was not the case. Most of the shift was spent dealing with people who fall down and the too intoxicated patrons--sometimes one and the same, but not always. I admit to being a grumpy cat by the end of the shift..not liking people so much. I just get very tired of the disrespectful, the self entitled, and the rude that arrives with crowds of this size.(and of this day) And getting around in the masses? It's like putting a couple of thousand Florida grandmothers behind a wheel and set them to driving with no clearly marked lanes of travel. As you step into a room they come at you from every direction, not seeing over the wheel,eyes barely visible, and never braking to allow for other traffic. Did I mention that their hearing was also not so good? Yeah, that too.
I swear I say "Excuse me please" hundreds of times on a typical Saturday night. And know what? I never hear any of the guests use the same phrase. And That is what bothers me more than any other part of my job....being thought of and treated as though I was invisible. Oh, they can see you for sure when you have to stop them for an unpleasant reason, but that is about it. If they need something they will find you among the thousands.(If I was not racing to be somewhere I am usually happy to help.) I won't go further in describing the attitudes upon confrontations due to policy. You can be as polite and empathetic as you can attempt to be, but there is no guarantee that it will bring you positive results.
So yeah, I am getting burned out on dealing with the general public. Unfortunately I don't believe that there is job for me now or in my future that will get me away from them. It really is too bad that I am not accomplished enough to become a writer of fiction. It would be so cool to work at home with just Gilly for company.
G'nite
k
It might have been better if there had been more of us...but that was not the case. Most of the shift was spent dealing with people who fall down and the too intoxicated patrons--sometimes one and the same, but not always. I admit to being a grumpy cat by the end of the shift..not liking people so much. I just get very tired of the disrespectful, the self entitled, and the rude that arrives with crowds of this size.(and of this day) And getting around in the masses? It's like putting a couple of thousand Florida grandmothers behind a wheel and set them to driving with no clearly marked lanes of travel. As you step into a room they come at you from every direction, not seeing over the wheel,eyes barely visible, and never braking to allow for other traffic. Did I mention that their hearing was also not so good? Yeah, that too.
I swear I say "Excuse me please" hundreds of times on a typical Saturday night. And know what? I never hear any of the guests use the same phrase. And That is what bothers me more than any other part of my job....being thought of and treated as though I was invisible. Oh, they can see you for sure when you have to stop them for an unpleasant reason, but that is about it. If they need something they will find you among the thousands.(If I was not racing to be somewhere I am usually happy to help.) I won't go further in describing the attitudes upon confrontations due to policy. You can be as polite and empathetic as you can attempt to be, but there is no guarantee that it will bring you positive results.
So yeah, I am getting burned out on dealing with the general public. Unfortunately I don't believe that there is job for me now or in my future that will get me away from them. It really is too bad that I am not accomplished enough to become a writer of fiction. It would be so cool to work at home with just Gilly for company.
G'nite
k
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