One day I was having a discussion with a cashier in my neighborhoord. A kind woman in her fifties, who started this job before I was born. She used to be always cheerful and serviable, but not on that particular day. The conversation went like this :
"- What's going on ?"
"- I had an awful streak of horrible clients today, it really got me down"
"- Ah... Yes, I know what you're talking about, I used to be a cashier myself at X last year and some clients were just unbearable, I understand your pain."
"- Sure, but I'm not quitting my job in 6 months."
"- ..."
I just read your bio on a poker site. I saw that The Big Lebowski is your favorite movie. As someone a bit younger than you and who had his fair share of dirty jobs as well, I suggest you to rewatch another Cohen brothers classic : Barton Fink. Hell is not Hell when you're only a guest.
It's hard to know whether you're going to be a guest or not. Also, the cashier you reference chose to be a permanent cashier. She's nothing more than the product of her own decisions in response to the environment around her.
"- What's going on ?"
"- I had an awful streak of horrible clients today, it really got me down"
"- Ah... Yes, I know what you're talking about, I used to be a cashier myself at X last year and some clients were just unbearable, I understand your pain."
"- Sure, but I'm not quitting my job in 6 months."
"- ..."
I just read your bio on a poker site. I saw that The Big Lebowski is your favorite movie. As someone a bit younger than you and who had his fair share of dirty jobs as well, I suggest you to rewatch another Cohen brothers classic : Barton Fink. Hell is not Hell when you're only a guest.