tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694281951682950051.post3663683714104122522..comments2023-07-17T06:39:04.742-04:00Comments on Do You Come with the Car?: Smile!Do You Come with the Car?http://www.blogger.com/profile/13678001737124941327noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694281951682950051.post-66865002073351679902010-05-20T19:28:34.340-04:002010-05-20T19:28:34.340-04:00Is it not possible to just ignore them like the bu...Is it not possible to just ignore them like the bums who ask for spare change? Theoretically, your job job is to explain the car to the cattle walking by. It can't be that hard to turn a blind eye to the one standing around mooing, you probably did it to kids in junior high and have plenty of practice.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694281951682950051.post-70450026234947571092010-05-16T07:38:47.245-04:002010-05-16T07:38:47.245-04:00Ugh, I hate it when people do that! I get that ALL...Ugh, I hate it when people do that! I get that ALL THE TIME (and I don't think I'm off base in saying that women probably get told by strangers to smile more often) outside of work, which is even worse since I definitely don't owe them anything in my free time, but it's still annoying when I'm working. The last time someone imperiously demanded that I smile while I was on the clock, I reflexively rolled my eyes when I thought she wasn't looking. She was, and she got HUGELY offended, even after I apologized, since it was rude. I had been nothing but courteous and polite to her before she demanded that I smile. My managers overheard and thought it was hilarious; for the rest of the week whenever I did anything one of them would go "DID YOU JUST ROLL YOUR EYES AT ME? HOW VERY DARE YOU!" and walk off in a huff.<br /><br />Even if it IS part of your job description to smile, their world isn't going to fall apart if you take a couple minutes to have a neutral expression on your face. Unless you were scowling and giving everyone the finger, who freakin' cares?nymphancyhttp://nympholepsy.tumblr.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694281951682950051.post-35543992795698377292010-05-13T19:47:02.793-04:002010-05-13T19:47:02.793-04:00How do you survive family reunions?How do you survive family reunions?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694281951682950051.post-64780840272300485212010-05-13T16:03:01.894-04:002010-05-13T16:03:01.894-04:00Few things are quite so aggravating as having a ca...Few things are quite so aggravating as having a camera shoved at you and being told to pose on command. I once worked doing field promotions, marketing and merchandising for a major film studio beloved by kids and goofy adults alike. I had to wear a polo that told the world who I represented whenever I was in theatres or retail stores. People (mostly women and children) would see the shirt and suddenly think it was perfectly acceptable to just interrupt my work and pose alongside of me while taking their sweet time snapping pictures. It was odd because: a. I'm not a celebrity, b. I don't live in Hollywood and c. I have nothing to do with the hiring of actors or making of movies.<br /><br />Cameras may not steal your soul, but they are certainly capable of snatching a chunk of your dignity.Charlesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694281951682950051.post-54037529238738321552010-05-13T12:48:46.634-04:002010-05-13T12:48:46.634-04:00"Smile!"? They could at least tell you a..."Smile!"? They could at least tell you a good joke. :) Have a good one.Kristian J.https://www.blogger.com/profile/11311199951104096766noreply@blogger.com