How much did they pay you?

I just got home from accompanying my siblings to a kiddie workshop. At least I got free ice cream. I think this is my fate; being around people younger than me by 10 years until I grow old. Blame them for my childlike behavior. Sometimes, I forgot that I’m older than them. I always act younger than what I really am. And I hate it. I hate being regarded as the young kid who doesn’t know anything yet. I hate being treated like a five year old kid that they all have to whisper when they talk. They always say “Sshh…there’s a kid”. But I can’t blame them, because I keep on acting like a kid.

The workshop was good, and I praise those patient hosts who keep their cool around those pesky children. If I were in their place, I would have strangled those small necks. No, actually, I would just walk out, that’s how immature I can be. But to think, those hosts were paid off to be patient, so maybe that’s why they can stand for hours to be around those naughty kids. Or maybe they’re really kind.

Or I don’t know. I don’t know if the nurse smiles at me because she’s sweet, or she’s paid off. If the guard greets me because he’s courteous, or his boss told him to do so. I don’t know if the saleslady follows me because she wants to help me, or she wants to sell their product. Obviously, they do it because they’re paid. But they do it well, because they care for their job. Eventually, they adapt it.  It’s different when you just do something because you’re paid. You don’t do your best. But if you’re really into it, you will exert your best.

But it still depends. If I’m really desperate for the answer, I would conduct a survey, a research or anything. But why would I? As long as they do their job well, I don’t care if they’re kind just because they’re paid off. It’s an intimidating thought though; like someone just likes you because he’s on a deal.

Here I am again with my thoughts that lead me into unfinished conclusions.