Sunday, January 2, 2022

Sunday Long Read: Rage Junkies

2022 is picking up where 2021 left off, as NY Times reporter Sarah Lyall recounts in our Sunday Long Read heading into the new year, and year three of the pandemic means the Rage of the Mildly Inconvenienced has turned everyone into a ticking time bomb.
 
Nerves at the grocery store were already frayed, in the way of these things as the pandemic slouches toward its third year, when the customer arrived. He wanted Cambozola, a type of blue cheese. He had been cooped up for a long time. He scoured the dairy area; nothing. He flagged down an employee who also did not see the cheese. He demanded that she hunt in the back and look it up on the store computer. No luck.

And then he lost it, just another out-of-control member of the great chorus of American consumer outrage, 2021 style.

“Have you seen a man in his 60s have a full temper tantrum because we don’t have the expensive imported cheese he wants?” said the employee, Anna Luna, who described the mood at the store, in Minnesota, as “angry, confused and fearful.”

“You’re looking at someone and thinking, ‘I don’t think this is about the cheese.’”

It is a strange, uncertain moment, especially with Omicron tearing through the country. Things feel broken. The pandemic seems like a Möbius strip of bad news. Companies keep postponing back-to-the-office dates. The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention keeps changing its rules. Political discord has calcified into political hatred. And when people have to meet each other in transactional settings — in stores, on airplanes, over the phone on customer-service calls — they are, in the words of Ms. Luna, “devolving into children.”

Perhaps you have felt it yourself, your emotions at war with your better nature. A surge of anger when you enter your local pharmacy, suffering from Covid-y symptoms, only to find that it is out of thermometers, never mind antigen tests. A burst of annoyance at the elaborate rules around vaccine cards and IDs at restaurants — rules you yourself agree with! — because you have to wait outside, and it is cold, and you left your wallet in the car.

A feeling of nearly homicidal rage at the credit card company representative who has just informed you that, having failed to correctly answer the security questions, you have been locked out of your own account. (Note to self: Adopting a tone of haughty sarcasm is not a good way to solve this problem.)

“People are just — I hate to say it because there are a lot of really nice people — but when they’re mean, they’re a heck of a lot meaner,” said Sue Miller, who works in a nonprofit trade association in Madison, Wis. “It’s like, instead of saying, ‘This really inconvenienced me,’ they say, ‘What the hell is wrong with you?’ It’s a different scale of mean.”

The meanness of the public has forced many public-facing industries to rethink what used to be an article of faith: that the customer is always right. If employees are now having to take on many unexpected roles — therapist, cop, conflict-resolution negotiator — then workplace managers are acting as security guards and bouncers to protect their employees.
 
First, having worked in retail, food service, and customer service, the customer is never "always right".  Some are coming to you because they expect reasonable service, and some are understanding, but a lot of people have decided that it's okay to go completely apeshit on waitstaff, bartenders, ticket agents, flight crews, hotel staff, and health care staff, along with schools, banks, and yes, your local IT folks at work. (Yes, we know it's a pain in the ass when you can't work from home correctly or efficiently because of technical issues.)

Second, the sense of entitlement, rage, and even tyranny that some Americans subject folks making minimum wage, or far less than minimum wage, to is unacceptable. We're human beings here, folks. We all have basic rights. Your missing extra pickle or out-of-stock soda is not a national emergency. Resolve in 2022 to treat people better than you treated them in 2021. That's all I ask.

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