So, ofcourse, oneday I'm runninglatetoanaudition, so I justparkon a streetwithoutsolvingtheriddleofthesignand I justruninside.
When I gotbacktomycar, therewasthis, like, oldmanintheprocessofwritingme a ticket, andjustoutofpurehabit, whenhehandedittome, I saidthankyouandheimmediatelybrokedowncrying.
Oh, I'm sorry, butit's ok. I meanhonestly, it's myfaultfornotreadingthesigns.
EXACTLY! It's notlike I wannagiveeveryonetickets. It's sohardhaving a jobwhereeveryonehatesyou.
*MancontinuestocrywhilethevaliantAnnaconsoleshim*
Butitdidgetmethinkingbecause, yeah, everyoneinLosAngelesand I'm sureotherbigcitieshatereturningtheircarandseeing a metermaid.
Andknowingthat a ticketisupwardsoflike 50 buckshere, I'm surepeoplestartfreakingoutbecausethey'refinanciallystrappedorupsetatthemselves.
And I startedtowonderaboutalltheotherpeoplewhoworkjobsthatwehave a negativeassociationwith, likepeopleattheDMVortaxauditors.
Howdoesthatmakeyoufeel?
FlashfromZootopia: Sad.
It's notmyfaultthattheDMVissoslow.
Forrealthough, I lovethatslothscenefromZootopia. So I hadtoworkitin.
Butanyway, I foundthat I havemorecompassionforpeopledoingtoughwork, andthat I shouldreallystarttakingmoreresponsibilityformyselfandmychoiceslikeit's not a metermaidsfaultif I don't readthesignsorfilloutmyparkingmeterontime.
Andit's not a taxauditorsfaultifanyonechoosestolieontheirtaxesorbereallylazyandfillingthemout.
So I encourageyouwhenyouencountersomeonewhocan't getyourorderrightorwhopullsyouoverorwho's justananimatedsloth?
Nowwhenever I feelfrustratedwithbadservice, I trytoimaginethatoldergentlemancryingandthink,
youknowwhat? Maybethiswaiterjusthad a fightwithhisfather, andmaybethatsalespersonwasjustleftbytheirwifeandnowistryingtofigureouthowtosupporttheirkidsononesalary.
I rememberwhen I workedatGamestopinmyteens, onetime I wenttothebackroomtocrybecausemysisterhaddiedonly a fewmonthsearlierand I returnedtowork 'cuz I reallywantedthedistraction, but I meanitwastough.