The "Real Job" Part II

I forgot to include something in yesterday’s rant.

Without fail, all of the “non-real” jobs I’ve held in the past felt pretty fucking real to me.

From corporate coffee slinger to film executive, I’ve had my share of work experience over the course of my journey on the artist’s path.

I think as we ‘climb the ranks’ (in the working environment) we somehow forget that all jobs have their difficulties, their stresses, their unreasonable demands, hardships, and discomforts.

I observe. A lot.

I watch how we treat each other. I watch how suits treat baristas, servers, cashiers. I watch how executives treat executive assistants. I watch how management treats the workerbees.

I watch the dueling egos.

Most of the indie coffee houses out here now have a “no cell phone” policy. In other words, “If you’re too busy, too important, too 'above me', that you can't exude the common courtesy to look me in the eye and speak to me, then I’m not going to make your fucking 2% short vanilla latte.”

Good!

So, to conclude this “Real Job” morning-after breath, I invite you all to reexamine the way that you treat others in regards to your interactions with them while they are in their work environment (and of equal importance, I invite you to observe how others treat you while you are in your work environment. How do the two compare?)

Remember, we’re all just trying our best to survive.

And what we do to “make our living” is not how we live our lives, is not who we are.