Updated: Dec 29, 2021
I've dealt with people in many capacities for years. I've worked with the public as a waitress for a lot of years and also spent many years in various aspects of customer service.
I also volunteered to help those in need. Not to mention my large family and many friends and acquaintances.
I often dealt with people at their lowest point or during the most scared time in their lives. Or with tired, hungry people. Yeah, that takes talent. You don't know bonkers until you walk up to a table of women who just came from five hours of Christmas shopping with 8 kids under age 10 in tow between them who were now all tired, cranky and hungry.
People down on their luck, having financial problems or who are sick or have a sick loved one aren't at their best. I get it. I can handle them and have and am happy to have helped many.
You meet crazies in New York City on a daily, especially when you work there. Though, I must say, my recent outing was uneventful. Amazingly enough, we had a great time with no incidents. Christmas in New York.
I've always said, there are more good people out there than bad. But for some strange reason, the crazies or incompetent always seem to find me.
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Here goes. I laugh now at these memories.
1983 Patchogue, New York on Long Island.
I was 19 years old. I was looking for my first full-time, year round job. I'd worked from age 16 during the summers as a paid intern at the company my dad worked for on Wall Street in the financial district downtown Manhattan. I also worked part time jobs while in high school and college as a waitress during the school year.
I was told by my parents I had to get a part time job, but working summers full-time was my choice.
I went on a job interview at a law firm. I dressed appropriately. Back then women wore a business suit - dark skirt, white blouse, matching dark blazer. pantyhose and matching pumps.
The interview was about an hour long. I was well prepared and answered all the questions professionally and appropriately. I was more than qualified for the position, due to my experience working summers on Wall Street and per my school counselor who set up the interview. This was not a high school counselor, I had graduated high school at 17.
After all that, the interviewer looked me in the eye and said, "Why would I hire you? You are just going to get married, get pregnant and quit." After my initial shock, my blood started to boil. What I wanted to do was punch the a$$hole in the face.
Who was my interviewer you might ask? A young guy, first interview ever, didn't know any better? Um, no. It was a Judge, yes, read that again, a Judge. He was in his late 60's and absolutely knew the law, knew that was an illegal statement even at that time and didn't care one bit that he wasted 3 hours of my time and broke the law. Yes, I had to dress, drive there, wait in the lobby, participate in the interview, drive home and undress.
I came home infuriated. I told my mom, then called my school and told them. Like I already knew, I had no proof and going up against a judge wasn't going to get me anywhere. It was my word against his. We were alone in the room. He knew it, I knew it, my mom knew it and my counselor knew it. I let it go. Why waste any more time on such a low life.