When the automatisms you acquired during your job are invading your private life.
When i was an intern in a big store, i had to fight against the reflex of storing the shelves during my own shopping sessions.
Listening without saying a word, I’m a psychologist
Inventorying and alphabetizing all of my physical media.
Retail for a decade.
Ooo You’ve got good veins, I could get a huge cannula into that one.
I love it when the phlebotomist tells me I have nice veins. Makes me feel proud, and I like that it makes their life easier.
i worked at starbucks during its heyday in the 90’s and it turned me into an espresso snob thanks to the training they used to put their barista through.
they stopped doing that sometime in the 2000’s and now i’m so bougie that starbucks is beneath my standards. lol
i’m the same way with food; i used to make my own tortillas and now everything store bought is beneath my standards too. lol
in the ’90s*
in the 2000s*
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Speaking for the back row without realising it, especially when I’m passionate about the subject.
I still haven’t figured out how to prevent it, people frequently tell me that I start bellowing after a point in my discourse. And that’s on top of having a naturally resonant voice…
