My mom frequently bitches at me about the things that are wrong in the store I *used* to work in. Yes... the one I *USED TO* work in.
I don't work there anymore. I have nothing to say about it and no interest in hearing about the trial and tribulations of those left behind. She regularly starts talking about cashiers, doggedly describing them, thinking I will know who they are despite them never having worked there when I was there. She tells me about the state of the store, the people who move around in it, the state of the stock on the shelves, and asks me questions as if I can still say, "Well, I dunno, but I'll ask Bob tomorrow."
She's cute and all, my mom...
But I'd much prefer it if she didn't need to do this to me.
I don't work there anymore. I have nothing to say about it and no interest in hearing about the trial and tribulations of those left behind. She regularly starts talking about cashiers, doggedly describing them, thinking I will know who they are despite them never having worked there when I was there. She tells me about the state of the store, the people who move around in it, the state of the stock on the shelves, and asks me questions as if I can still say, "Well, I dunno, but I'll ask Bob tomorrow."
She's cute and all, my mom...
But I'd much prefer it if she didn't need to do this to me.
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I did meet both of them by working there... but I've definitely left that behind. Far, far behind.
Seriously, that's why I never tell people where I've worked for the last billion years. They automatically assume you're their personal customer support rep and computer repair technician.
Idiot: Oh, you work for AOL?
Me: Uhm.. yeah. And stuff. Or something.
Idiot: Hey, I'm having a problem signing on.
Me: Uh. I work in Usability Research, but there's this toll-free...
Idiot: Yeah, it makes this weird noise, like "scchhhhhhhFFFRPPPPCHCHHCHHHFRPPH" but then a "gnnnnnn-gnnnnn" and then more like a "FOOSH-yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaacchhhhhhh" but then it never connects! It's crazy!
Me: I just did a comparative analysis of seven major ISPs and web portals, focusing on navigation, key functionality, and overall design aesthetics. Does that help?
Idiot: Well, you see I was in this chat room and it asked for my password...
Me: I also have this hammer right here...
You get the idea. And they never forget. Once they make that association, you're branded for life. I'm two letters up on Hester Prynne, and everyone can see it. Oh well. At least I have that hammer. I think it's Alicia's...
I work once a week for five hours (give or take). Plus, it's a used CD store, which means that we don't keep a regular stock. You could find literally *anything* out there on the shelves.
If you ask me if there's a new Incubus CD, I will do exactly what you should have done to begin with: walk over to "I" section and look for it myself.
Except for if *I* do it, I will be internally mocking your music choices.
It was my Bob given right to give him funny looks for it.