Tomorrow will mark one year since I have worked in a Customer Service role. Through high school and University I worked in various customer services roles.
Firstly I worked at Kmart when I was in high school. During the christmas period it was a nightmare. Between bitchy co workers, price checks that never seemed to happen, rude christmas shoppers, arrogant wankers and management that though they were in the most prestige position in the world (you still work at kmart, get off your high horse) This job welcomed me to what would be the next 5 years of my life.
During my first year of University, I worked at Darrell Lea chocolate shop, but it really wasn’t for me. It had some great perks, lots of chocolate, good discount. There was way to much ‘girlyness’ for me. Wrapping presents, making things pretty, spending way to much time putting fake ribbons on this and living in rainbow land where everything is sunshine and smiles was exhausting. So it was time to find another job. Seeing as I still had plenty of University left, part-time customer service work seemed like it would still be on the cards.
So my next job was at Woolworths Supermarket, where I stayed for the next 3 plus years. Working in customer service makes your brain numb and this job was mindnumblingly boring. It involved serving customers ham and chicken and other lunch meats, cutting lunch meats, cooking chickens, serving raw chicken and other general gross activities. I would always end the day with chicken fat on my shoes, chicken blood on my clothes and smelling like a bbq chicken. Not to mention the million times I came to work hung over and having to be only feet away from the seafood department, who routinely on Sunday mornings would be cooking some kind of seafood sample. There were a few times where I almost vomited into bins. Charming ay.
But looking back, I don’t think I would have had it any other way. Customer service has in a way, made me kind of how I am today. As sappy as that sounds. It has taught me to study hard so I won’t be there forever, dream big, that what I want to do with my life is important but most importantly it has taught me the value or money and some humility. Through working at this job, I know how hard it is to make money and save it, and what work has to go into that. So everything I have spent this money on, I can say I have well and truly earnt.
Whilst travelling in america I went and visited my then boyfriends old university town where he went on student exchange. These guys have all the freedom and no responsiblity as they party hard and have lots of free time. We don’t do that in Australia. We party hard don’t get me wrong, but we earn that right and don’t abuse it. We do humble jobs to support ourselves and learn that everyone has to do these at some stage so to always treat those people nicely, since that at one point was you as well. It makes Australia seem less classless than I found america. But as much as I hated them, I am grateful for all my customer service jobs for what they have taught me and even more grateful that I am at a stage of my life where I never have to go back. Happy one year away from customer service to me.