Queer as Folk

As i make my journey, usually once a week to my place of work, which is indeed Play Planet, i think it is inevitable that i am going to wish for a quiet day, as this leads to no-one having to get too stressed out, which then can lead to what i suppose can be described as an enjoyable day at work. It also allows me to do something which i enjoy, people watching. I understand this isn't always the best idea, because when you get caught staring at someone, you know what it's like when you get one as those awkward moments. You look away, but are desperate to look back and see if they are still looking at you...anyway I'm luckily enough that doesn't happen very much, as I'm usually tucked away in the corner of the kitchen.

As you can imagine, Play Planet is the type of place where you get a range of different characters, some of them when really do stick to stereotypes. Single mums, single dads, family days out, mum's days out, the very rare dad's day out...and then there is the parties when you can really tell who's really stressing out to give their kid the best birthday party, and really can't do enough to help us, and others who really don't give a shit, and expect us to produce a magnificent party with minimal effort from them.

This is what links back to the title of this blog 'Queer as Folk', what is it that makes folk, queer?

Queer

noun

2. of a questionable nature or character; suspicious; shady.

something queer about the language of the prospectus kept investors away.

So it must be the way we act around others, and this is the best things about people watching, it's not the standing, watching them, but watching the way they interact with me. I, as a member of staff serving them, usually someone they have never seen or spoke to before, will always do my best to be polite and as attentive as possible. The reaction i get from the customer will be completely differ from each person. Who would of though that a simple question such as 'what flavour of Capri Sun would you like?' can trigger so many different responses. The best one is the look of delight on someone's face when they realize that orange isn't their only option and something along the lines of 'oooo, what are the choices' comes from their mouth. Then there are others who look at you bluntly with a look of disgust, and grunt 'orange' at you, like i had even dared to ask. It's simple things like that which makes me appreciate being raised properly, where manners were battered into me until they became second nature.

So i think the conclusion i am going to draw from this is basically i don't like rude people, but i'm never going to go down to their level because i agree with the statement 'treat people how you'd like to be treated' because i know how good it feels when someone is polite to you, and i believe they are appreciative when i'm friendly to them. And i hope now you can understand why i have chosen the image i have to be displayed at the top :)