Duty at the Floating platform has been awesome. Discounting the fatigue from from being a walking interactive signboard, waving people off and destroying my feet standing in unseasoned boots the entire day under the hot sun, it was pretty enjoyable. I think, subconsciously I have extremely masochistic tendencies. Being on duty even alleviated the horrible symptoms of fever that wreaked havoc on my body the day before.
The funny thing about working with large crowds though, is how many idiots who simply cannot stand following protocol and absolutely must be allowed to get things done their way. There was this fucker who was ostensibly accompanying his female partner to the toilet. Putting aside the fact that a young couple heading to the toilet together is already pretty fishy, they had to attempt to cut across the staircase which had restricted access. Then in an attempt at bravado, the male began bombarding me with false logic in an attempting to confuse. Which was easily defeated by simply looking him straight in the eye and repeating 'No', until it got through his thick skull that I had orders which I wasn't going to disregard for him. Ultimately proving his impotence and idiocy, because the detour through the other staircase would have simply took him 30 seconds longer at most, and he wouldn't have been made to look like a fool in front of his date.
On the other hand, if you're nice and pretty (optional but it helps!) and make the effort to sweet talk around the professional facade you'll find things will work in your favour pretty easily. I mean sure, I'll be covering my face in shame the minute you're out of sight. Then again, I'm still very much a guy and pretty things are always appreciated. I can't help it, it's in my genetic coding.
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