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A Helping Hand

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ImageI told Twitter… Friday or Saturday that I discovered that I like helping people. For some of you, there’s a question as to why this is surprising. Well, there’s something you need to understand about me.

I. Hate. People.

Oh, I like individual persons fine (with exceptions, naturally), but in general, I hate people. This is due to events such as the Boston marathon bombing, the school shooting in Newtown, and anyone who has killed a spouse or child or in any way intentionally ruined or destroyed another’s life.

The fact that people could do this and (for some) feel no guilt at all, boggles my mind and pisses me off. But I digress.

Friday night/Saturday morning at work, I helped a customer find something that we were out of on the shelf. It’s a small thing, and may not have made an impression on him, but it was a revelation for me.

I. Like. Helping. People.

Now, I promised Twitter I would tie this to writing, and here it is: when I began reading, and even now, the world’s between the covers of a book were (and are) an escape. Reading about someone else’s life and problems was a way to forget (or at least set aside) my own.

It’s not the reason I began writing, nor is it the reason I continue, but if I can help even one individual to escape their world, I will feel happy and truly successful.

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Why You Shouldn’t Care

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I’m going to start this post with a few stories, but bear with me. I have a point. I promise.

Keep in mind (at the time I’m writing this) I’ve been in the work force for three- almost four- years. Mostly fast food. My first story is when I was 15/16 years old, at my very first job.

  • It was a small, family owned business, so I worked with pretty much the same people almost everyday. There was one girl I recall who *really* didn’t like me (some of you may already see where I am going with this post, but let me finish). I had no problem with her, so I went about work as usual. Almost a year later I finally asked why she didn’t like me. She gave me a legitimate reason. I worked to fix it. We never had a problem again.
  • My second job I had few issues aside from my last day (which is another story ENTIRELY). My third job was at a McDonald’s. I think I worked there all of three-four months? In that time, most the people I worked with loved, or at least tolerated me. However, one girl disliked me extremely and it was causing problems. She’d outright ignore me, but that wasn’t the issue, it was a problem when she’d ask me to do HER job, while I was helping or doing something for a customer, but I digress into run-on sentences. I asked her one day, and this is pretty much the conversation verbatim. “Do you not like me, or something?” “No, I don’t.” “Okay… Why?” “I dunno. It’s just the way you are.” I walked away and don’t think I ever spoke to her again, but then again I quit like a month after that.
  • My fourth/fifth job (I went back to my first job for a couple months after my third, but then we moved.) I worked at a taco place down in Texas. Still in school, I worked night shift. There were a couple girls I had issues with, but one stands out. She didn’t like me. It was obvious. I didn’t say anything until she snapped at me one night. We were both on drive-thru and she took off her headset to take care of something in lobby. Shouldn’t be a problem, right? She was still working, after all. My issue is, it wasn’t her job to take care of lobby, her job was to do drive-thru with me. I asked her to put the headset back on. She comes back with something snarky about there being no customers. It irritated me. But I let a manager take care of it. Texting her later I asked why *she* didn’t like me. She said I was bossy. Really? I’m bossy for asking you to do your JOB? (I actually told her this. She didn’t like it.)
    • Now we come to the incident that spurred this entire post (because I’m bad and forgot to write up my post before work, I hand wrote part during lunch and am now typing the rest.). I work at walmart. I don’t care that you know that, it has nothing to do with this post. Nor am I criticizing it. But anyway. A guy I work with, doesn’t like me. (Starting to see a pattern here, eh?) I don’t know why. I don’t care why, though I AM curious. I have no problem with him. He’s a pretty cool guy, just has some issues of his own. I can understand that. Everyone has issues of some sort. Now, I’d only just figured out he didn’t like me. Like… the night before last.
      • Last night at work, I was messing around with him and another employee. I don’t think Terry will mind if I tell you his name, he’s cool. So I was kinda messing around with Employee A and Terry. Stuck my foot out when they passed to “trip” them. (I don’t think I ever actually touched either of their feet, was just messing around.) An hour or two later, one of the managers calls me in to talk. She does the whole schpiel about safety in the work place and how they know I was messy around but that it could cause an accident. Yadda, yadda. (She called me “bubbly”, and while I’m not too sure about that, she said I light up a room. It made me feel good.) It’s a mild pat on the wrist. I’m fairly certain at this point who complained. I’m sure you are, too.
        • Now. That normally wouldn’t bother me that he went to the bosses. But some of the stuff he “jokingly” says to me, could warrant sexual harassment charges. But I’m not vindictive, and like I said, I think he’s an alright guy. I would like to talk to him about this, but haven’t had time/opportunity to get him alone. I may, I may not.
Alright. Story time is over.
How could this pertain to writing? You may ask.
Well, I told you those stories to tell you this. And it’s a harsh truth I think many burgeoning authors need to know right off the back; I just thank the life I’ve lived that I learned this lesson early (It’s the way I am, after all).

Not everyone is going to like you.

Some people could downright hate you/your book. However, there will be the people who absolutely adore your writing. Learn this. Know this. Write this down and stick it on your refrigerator. The sooner you learn it and take it to heart, the easier rejection will be.

That being said, I have never faced rejection of my writing before, but I have no doubt I will, and you will be among one of the first groups of people to know how I truly take it.

Happy writing!