In Search of Love & Tragic Flaws
Chapter One - The Infinite Loop of Entitlement
I know how the world feels without getting caught up in their shit. How is this possible? Through the power of lengthy analogy, natch.
For the better part of four years, I have openly defied the powers that be at work by utilizing a single earbud to feed my overactive brain a steady beat of carefully selected trigger music. My reasoning was as simple as the majority of my job consists of working by myself. I don't linger in any one position long enough to really have conversations. My sanity needed something to cancel out the criticism of the voices in my head.
Over the years, I accepted that one day the entitlement of others would ruin this. It wouldn't matter how hard I worked. How fast I moved. How few people I interacted with. Someone, somewhere would see my earbud and immediately cast their Entitlement spell. The words to the spell are simple enough, "Well, Josh is listening to music." What I was doing for the safety of others, someone else wanted in on just because.
And Saturday, someone cast the spell for the final time and the music ban was put into place. I accepted it as best as I could, knowing that if a sign had been made and signed by the boss, it meant she was serious.
It was the random nature of the hundred songs that helped me forget that my days were just like my playlist. The same songs everyday in a different order. It was the music that helped me drown out the same people bitching about the same thing everyday and still not taking any action to change. Casting Entitlement at each other like it was an Expelliarmus spell. If one person went to the break room, the person bitching about their location would then go to the breakroom upon their return. If this person goes to the bathroom, then the next one has to. To keep things even. Focusing more on everything being even versus keeping food in the cabinets. Casting blame versus casting Do-Your-Jobius.
And this is all fine. It just makes my job way less fun. And that's okay too. I've been constantly bitching about how people need to realize they are at work to work. Not to be in constant phone contact with whoever they are buying their drugs from. Or bitching about their life. Or filling their roles as the Ambassador of Liking and Reposting. Or listening to music. And it's these people who are responsible for making food and making money, wasting the most time. The ones who should be paying attention to the customer and each other. Being mindful of their food safety rules, which they break everyday because they think they know how to the job better than the job. And apparently to be envious of the Glorified Janitor.
Does this mean I should be able to listen to music? Probably not. But I do my job. I do it right. I do what I'm asked. So maybe I think I'm entitled to it.
And thus ends my carefully crafted analogy on Snowflakes and how they will ruin the world while simultaneously yet inadvertently knowing exactly how they feel.. If they can't have a trophy, the rest of us probably shouldn't.