These Clerks, They Are A-Tryin’

I don’t know whether it’s this crazed time of year, or the demands of retail jobs in general, but lately I find several clerks are not paying attention to me. I am a small woman with a soft voice, so I make an extra effort to speak clearly. Even through my dark glasses, I can see their glazed expressions.

“I’d like $25 on that gift card.”

“Sure, $75 you said?”

“I’d like a plain coffee to go please.”

“Is that to go and do you want room for milk?”

“Did you say you wanted the receipt emailed to you?”

Actually, I didn’t say anything about the receipt at all. I was too busy punching in my membership number, my mother’s maiden name and date of birth, hitting No to requests to feed animals and the homeless, entering Debit or Credit and figuring out when to slide the card or wait! no, this is a chip card, insert and wait …

Most of the time I have pretty good luck with clerks. I understand how difficult the jobs are. I was fired from my only retail job and that was decades ago before multi-tasking became a prime requirement. While in college in the LA beach area, I worked for The Broadway (sold and renamed Macy’s in the ’90s). I did okay for a shy person and enjoyed helping people. The problem was they moved us from department to department, so we never really learned merchandise well. I especially liked women’s clothing and gifts and stationery and could usually figure out what items customers needed or would like in those departments. I ran into trouble when they moved me to men’s underwear. Sure, I met a lot of cute guys and their fathers, but what a mortifying price to pay. Then the corker was being moved to draperies. Draperies! What the hell does a 19-year-old know about the best fabric to pick for a West-facing, oceanfront mansion window, let alone color and measurement? Some wealthy biddy complained about my lack of interior design expertise and that was the end of my 6-month retail career.Now hiring

Today I wouldn’t last even a week, I’m sure. Customers are more demanding and clerks are expected to do about 10 things at once. These are trying times and they are trying. Everybody’s in a hurry. If a line doesn’t move fast enough, someone shouts out, “This is dreadful, unacceptable!” I admit I feel impatient at times too, but most of the time it’s only a matter of five minutes and I can read the latest magazine covers as I inch forward: “At Last! <Famous Name> Reveals Dying Wishes!” “Ten Ways to Drive Your Man Crazy in Bed!” Behind the woman in yoga clothes who is complaining in a loud voice, I can’t help wondering why she feels her time is so important. Is she on her way to perform open-heart surgery? Is she late for yoga class?

Not only do customers expect smooth, fast-moving service from clerks, employers do also. Clerks are doing more than just helping one customer at a time. They are reassuring those in line they’ll be right with them, thank you for waiting. They are greeting customers as they come in the door. “Welcome to Best Buy! Welcome!” They are answering the phone! Giving directions, hours, checking to see if an item is in stock. Handling difficult transactions with flaky random-access computers and bar-code readers. Helping co-clerks do the same when they get stuck. Helping surly customers. Those with expired coupons or pouches of coins or multiple returns all on different credit cards. Those who complain about poor service and write nasty reviews on Yelp.

So I guess I can forgive an occasional distracted lapse, glazed eye and deaf ear. Feel my heart leap when a friendly worker takes the time to joke with an old(er) lady. Knowing that if I were in his or her uncomfortable shoes, I’d be that much closer to losing what’s left of my sanity. And for sure the job.

 

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Oliver and Wayne

At the end of August this year, two well-known American doctors died within hours of each other: Oliver Sacks, M.D. and Wayne Dyer, D.Ed. They were close in age, the former 82, the latter 75, but far apart geographically, 4,900 miles between Sacks in New York City and Dyer in Maui, Hawaii. In my opinion, they were also far apart philosophically and in what they offered the world.

Dyer was certainly the more famous of the two. After a rough childhood in Detroit, spent partly in an orphanage, he joined the Navy and then attended Wayne State University. With a doctorate in counseling, he ran a private practice, worked as a high school guidance counselor and became a popular college professor focusing on positive thinking and motivational speaking. By the time he was in his 30s, he had published many articles and his first book Your Erroneous Zones. The book was a best-selling success and so Dyer quit his job and hit the road.

Wayne DyerHe went on to write more than 30 additional books, produce audio tapes and award-winning films, appear on television shows and lecture around the world, often appearing on PBS stations. His message of relying on the self to overcome restrictive social norms and other obstacles was delivered in a down-to-earth, folksy manner that appealed to many. Other early books include Pulling Your Own Strings, The Sky’s the Limit, Manifest Your Destiny.

Gradually, he crossed over into other realms, adopting Eastern wisdom, the teachings of Christ (if not the religion), and various spiritual philosophies such as the Law of Attraction. He urged people to be Christ-like or Buddha-like (kind, loving, peaceful) without following organized religion.

He was not without his critics and accused more than once of plagiarism. Your Erroneous Zones clearly builds on Rational Emotive Behavior Therapy developed by psychotherapist Albert Ellis in the 1950s. (Ellis’ first book, A Guide to Rational Living, appeared in 1961.) Dyer took a workshop from Ellis but never acknowledged his work or apologized after Ellis wrote to him. Ellis called this behavior unethical and unprofessional but also credited Dyer for grasping and clearly explaining his concepts, and for helping many people.

Oliver Sacks lived a quieter life, devoted to research and a behind-the-scenes chronicling of his patients and their diseases. A neurologist, he specialized in disorders of the nervous system, which includes the spinal cord and the brain. His many books were well-received best-sellers and included Migraine, A Leg to Stand On (about his own experience of losing awareness of one of his legs after an accident), The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat (about patients who cannot recognize faces, a condition from which Sacks also suffered), Seeing Voices: A Journey Into the World of the Deaf, The Island of the Colorblind, Musicophilia: Tales of Music and the Brain (a music lover and pianist, he and the book were featured in a PBS special) and Hallucinations. His book Awakenings, about treating a patients with encephalitis lethargica, was made into a movie with Robert De Niro as the patient and Robin Williams as Sacks.Oliver Sacks

Like Dyer, Sacks had some difficulties in childhood. Born in London to Jewish parents (both doctors), he and one of his brothers were sent to central England, along with many other children, to escape the German bombs in 1939. For four years they endured harsh treatment, unknown to their parents.

Fortunately he was able to finish his education in London, encouraged by his parents to follow his fascination with chemistry and physiology and earn his undergraduate and medical degrees from Oxford.

Following his internship, he traveled around Canada and the United States, completing a residency in San Francisco and fellowships at UCLA. In the mid-60s he moved to New York, where he practiced medicine and taught at several colleges, including Columbia University. In 2015, he published his autobiography, On the Move: A Life, discussing his homosexuality publicly for the first time. He also revealed in several articles that he was dying of brain cancer. To the end, his fascination with physiology, the brain and what makes us human kept him busy writing it down as his own perceptions changed daily.

The New York Times referred to Sacks as “the Poet Laureate of Medicine.” His Columbia colleagues honored him with the special position of Columbia Artist for bridging the gap between art and medicine.

Of the two men, I favor Sacks. It’s tempting for me to compare them so I can back up my preference, but I realize they occupy separate worlds and perhaps even appeal to separate groups of people. Each in his own way was helpful.

Dyer was out there and up there talking about the nebulous world beliefs and how certain ideas helped him and can help us. His motivations were I’m sure good ones, although he made a hell of a lot of money preaching to the righteous (and wealthy because they deserve it) choir. I think I read his first books and found them useful. They were not what you would call deep books and much of his advice I’d already heard, free and with more sarcasm, from my parents and grandparents.

He lost me when he crossed over into the quasi-religious realm – and when he moved his hands constantly while talking. So irritating. Around and around they went, like his statements, going nowhere.

“You’ll see it when you believe it.”

“We are not human beings in search of a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings immersed in a human experience.”

“I am a creation of the Divine Mind; all is perfect, and I am a genius in my own right.”

“Know that everything will happen at just the right time, at just the right place, with just the right people.”

Statements like this, that basically mean nothing, that promote “We create our own reality” drive me crazy. I doubt that the family that heads out on Sunday and gets killed or maimed by a drunk driver or a madman on a rampage really thinks that they were in the right place at the right time with the right people.

However, if Dyer has encouraged flawed individuals to accept themselves and pursue their dreams, perhaps he made a good contribution to humanity. As one of my friends said about some of this philosophy, “At least it keeps people from shooting one another.”

Sacks was a life-long atheist and suffered from severe shyness. He was not one to get up on stage and tell others what to think or how to act. He preferred to quietly examine the mysteries of the brain, the oddities of human nature and let the patients do the talking. By looking at what didn’t work in bodies and brains, he was able to contribute to what could work, based on science, not magical thinking. (Some critics accused him of being overly dramatic and using his patients to further his literary career.)

“My religion is nature. That’s what arouses those feelings of wonder and mysticism and gratitude in me.”

“In examining disease, we gain wisdom about anatomy and physiology and biology. In examining the person with disease, we gain wisdom about life.

Dyer claimed that a spiritual healer cured his leukemia and actually died of a heart attack. Sacks, on the other hand, faced his terminal liver cancer realistically, no divine intervention necessary.

“I am now face to face with dying. But I am not finished with living.

“It is up to me now to choose how to live out the months that remain to me.

“I cannot pretend I am without fear. But my predominant feeling is one of gratitude. I have loved and been loved; I have been given much and I have given something in return; I have read and traveled and thought and written. I have had an intercourse with the world, the special intercourse of writers and readers.