I am an Indian man in my early 30s who came to Melbourne in the hope of finding good employment. I have been a pastry chef for over 10 years now, and was able to get a job with Laurent Bakery at the factory in Clayton Рa well respected p̢tisserie. I signed a contract and they helped me get my visa to stay in Australia.
Me: *preparing a gyro wrap for a customer* “Would you like cheese on it?”
Customer: “Oh my God, no! I’m a VEGAN! Don’t you know what they do to cows in those horrible farms? They force them to get pregnant all the time, and then they take away their babies and kill them so we humans can steal their milk! Dairy products are cruelty! ”
Me: “Okay, okay. No cheese. Moving along. What sauces would you like on that?”
Customer: “Tzatziki sauce, please.”
(Note: the particular brand of tzatziki we purchased included both yogurt and sour cream.)
Me: “Ah, I’m afraid that’s a dairy prod–”
Customer: “I DON’T CARE! PUT IT ON!”
I am an ex-military, former teacher that is currently enrolled in a BSN program. I am 35 years old and I am a male. I am appalled at the number of people that are taking care of patients that have this viewpoint on their chosen profession. For the patient’s sake I hope the quality of care you are providing is not reflected by the disdain you hold for your field. I got out of teaching because of the pay, the parents, and the requirements that are added every year to teachers. If you don’t like what you do, LEAVE! It is that easy! I made a conscious choice to move on in my life to a profession I am looking forward to start practicing shortly. It was a hard decision to make because I enjoyed what I was doing. The majority of people on here “hate” what they are doing so the decision should be easy. Make room for those entering the field and save us the displeasure of meeting a negative, self-centered, uncaring individual. Move on and make us and yourselves happy
Why is it that when I come in first thing in the morning that you are in my cubicle on my phone like this is the communal desk. To give you a subtle hint, I place my purse and my lunch in front of you and I go to the washroom hoping you’ll be off the phone when I get back. But you’re not. You keep on gabbing in an animated voice and when you finally do get off you proceed to tell me who you were talking to and what you were talking about.
I DON’T CARE!!!!!!!