For Warehouse and Construction work

I have worked mostly for large corporations in my life in jobs that involve lots of customer service. This means I am treated like a product dispensing robot many times a day for extended periods of time. Even though I had no benefits and received many painful injuries I was never compensated for such as nearly cutting off my thumb, inhalation of dangerous dust from a giant document shredder for months with no protection, back injuries from moving people
's heavy fragile crap with incompetent help, smashed hands, and tendinitis in my left knee that has now continued to hurt for two years I loved it much more than corporate jobs like my current working for a bookstore coffee shop.

Why?
Because I was never around people. Though I love many of my customers enough of them are rude and inconsiderate. Many of them are either completely stupid, so unevolved as to be barely conscious of reality in general, let alone their immediate surroundings, maybe like a shrubbery or an amoeba, or they are malicious and hateful towards me and come to work merely to make my life worse. Even though it must be one of these two choices I take a Kierkegaardian leap of faith and choose that they are actually maliciously stupid. They have somehow purposefully chosen to become uninformed about how to treat people with respect so that they are ignorant of the fact that they do it.
Now, I try to view these people as existing somehow in the image of God but it does not work. I simply have customers who come to my store to hassle me. I do not go to the bank, the rented offices, and law firms and treat people poorly, so why they come do it to me is beyond my capacity to understand. But I will say that it tickles a sarcastic, rude, destructive streak in me a mile wide that I was, previously to the past 6 months or so, convinced I had left behind. Having people ask me for their latte seconds after they have paid for it when there is an 8 cup long line of drinks in plain site with their drink at the end tries me patience unbelievably. On top of that I am perhaps the only person there who is on time. Baaaaarrrrggg I'm going to go pick up something very heavy and throw it at something small like a gazelle.

A link worth posting

Basically it is a friendly plea for help to a pastor in Kenya. If you don't help this guy out, maybe think of somebody else you can, like a missionary from your church.
http://faith-theology.blogspot.com/2008/01/friendly-appeal-for-friend-in-kenya.html