::raises hand:: Raised alternately working class poor and middle class- we had ourselves in a good place for a short while, but went bankrupt when Mom's medical problems drove us that direction. I HATE HATE HATE having people pay for me. It's stupid, but I hate it. I don't know if I'd call it "working class poor" because there's enough people in that class that do happily take and even abuse outstretched hands. I think it's more the refusing to be so helpless as to need that help. To a lot of people, that's just a personality thing. Hell, I know it's a problem I got.
And my roommate hates it. She grew up in a lower upper-class family all her life, she's in a place to help me without hurting herself at all, and I refuse to let her help more than she already has, which is to give me a place to live and not be upset that I have to back-owe her rent from a few months because of my joblessness.
I think it would be a safe bet to say that waitresses spend about an hour of work-time per three-month period of work crying in the breakroom/bathroom/in their cars. I don't think I know anyone who waitressed for any period of time that this isn't true for.
Haven't done waitressing, but customer service? Check. Specifically in the fast food service? Check. Is this true? You can goddamn well bet. That sort of job breaks your damn soul because of the way people treat you. They keep forgetting that's a real person who's probably struggling enough as it is behind that counter. And then they get treated like shit. Behind that counter, you see how people really are. And 'better' people wonder why we don't accept help. It's called "knowing people too well to trust that outstretched hand to not slap us later."
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Date: 2005-07-09 09:29 am (UTC)And my roommate hates it. She grew up in a lower upper-class family all her life, she's in a place to help me without hurting herself at all, and I refuse to let her help more than she already has, which is to give me a place to live and not be upset that I have to back-owe her rent from a few months because of my joblessness.
I think it would be a safe bet to say that waitresses spend about an hour of work-time per three-month period of work crying in the breakroom/bathroom/in their cars. I don't think I know anyone who waitressed for any period of time that this isn't true for.
Haven't done waitressing, but customer service? Check. Specifically in the fast food service? Check. Is this true? You can goddamn well bet. That sort of job breaks your damn soul because of the way people treat you. They keep forgetting that's a real person who's probably struggling enough as it is behind that counter. And then they get treated like shit. Behind that counter, you see how people really are. And 'better' people wonder why we don't accept help. It's called "knowing people too well to trust that outstretched hand to not slap us later."