Dear short gas station employee with the lift belt,
As I left the store after offering you a job making 4X as much as you currently make, you yelled that you don't work there for the money. I was hoping you could tell me why you do work here. No matter how much I mull it over I can't come up with a good answer. It clearly isn't the work itself as you had yelled at me for taking a second cup of free ice not five minutes prior. Is it women? Fame? Freedom? Do you just find unlimited soda that amazing? I assumed your outburst was the result of a bad day, and I understand that. I spent twenty years working crappy gas station/serving/pizza delivery jobs and I had many bad days where I wanted to yell at people for reasons that seem silly now. So when you freaked out about literally one cup of ice, instead of meeting your anger with anger I wanted to try to help, I promise I didn't offer it to be insulting or condescending or mean. If you ever change your mind, the job offer was real and the job is interesting and fun and creative and gives you the freedom to set your own schedule and work at your own pace and although it's occasionally hard work it is never back breaking and in no way jeopardizes your physical health (and it isn't a pyramid scheme or cold calling or selling anything to your family and friends or any of the BS jobs that claim unlimited earning potential.) That was my real name and number and I was serious about the pay. So if you ever get sick of the fame, women and unlimited soda feel free to dig the slip I gave you out of the trash and text the number on it. I can't promise you won't have any more bad days, but I promise you'll never feel so frustrated and unfulfilled that you find yourself yelling at strangers about a few ice cubes again.
Sincerely,
Zen Naticchia read more
