Confession of a sweets seller

For 3 years now I have been working as a sweets seller in a stall on a busy street in Moscow. At first, the work seemed interesting to me, not hard and interesting. But gradually the crowds of clients, each with their own cockroaches in their heads, began to irritate me. Yes, there are good people, but it seems to me that there are bad, embittered boors who consider me their servant only because they pay me some kind of money.money , much more.

At first, I tried to see only the good in my work, focus on the positive and not remember the rudeness and rudeness of other clients. But this did not help for long. Eventually, I started doing little nasty things to customers who treated me badly. It was not difficult to remember them, because... many came almostevery day and I got the impression that not least of all they came to dump their negativity on me, spoil my mood and therefore improve theirs.

I deliberately dropped their cookies and sweets without packaging on the dirty floor of the stall, makingcoffee and tea from dirty water, taken with dirty hands test-antibiotic.comproducts , which I then sold to them. And this little revenge helped me cope with psychological overload, feel like an ordinary person who cannot be offended by anyone with impunity.

Sometimes I think that this is childish, that it is stupid and low. I understand that I’m doing the wrong thing, but every time I see boorish faces in the window of my stall, I find myself more and more excuses to do nasty things to these people.