Dear Lady In The Bakery,
You came into my work a couple of weeks ago and I tried to make small talk with you and brighten your morning rather than slapping butter and ketchup onto your crusty bacon roll and sending you on your way. You asked about my education, and I told you a brief overview and explained that despite my (underachieved, yet above average results) I didn’t enjoy education and believed my forte was in other areas than sitting in a classroom.
To which you made a sarcastic comment regarding the fact I was working in a bakery.
Well, customer at work, you can judge my job, mediocre A Levels, my interests and choice of lifestyle. But don’t you dare look down on me for it. Especially without knowing the smallest detail about what I do when my apron is off.
You have no idea about how I have juggled my job between full time education, between running my own company and events, between lengthy work experience, between volunteering at a youth club, saving all my money to explore the world or getting a promotion at my other job to general manager of a company with over £250000 annual turnover. And not being out of my teens.
So, Lady In The Bakery, before you come in and judge me for taking your order; think that there is more to me than making the best coffee you’ll ever drink, and don’t you dare look down upon me for doing it.
Girl Who Works In The Bakery