It’s funny how people preach how “real” they are, and how they dislike “fake” people so much, but on some level expect fakeness out of some people.

I work in a restaurant. The way I talk to the guest almost comes off like I am singing with a permanant smile on my face. I’m required to meet people’s wants and needs and genuinely seem interested in their little stories. I laugh at their lame jokes. I’m upset with them when things go wrong.

People feel entitled to this level of “customer service”. People feel this enhances their experience. Almost one step away from getting on my knees and sucking their dick. I’m exaggerating, but it boggles my mind, truly.

As much as I feel blessed about my job. I’m truly blessed. My job can be mentally and emotionally draining. I’m low key kissing ass to the management, while catering to folks I have no real and true connection with. I am not being my true self at work, and that’s how people want it to be.

With the exception of a few, people don’t want “real”. They want the furthest thing from it. They drop off their lives at the host stand and say “feed me something fake, pretend to like me, smile when you don’t want to, take my bullshit”.

Our human interaction is one big loop of bullshit. This is so off.

I guess if anything my job keeps me smiling.