To the guy who denied my friend a seat in his restaurant because of an allergy…. really? To the woman at the coffee shop drive-through who yelled at my friend when she ordered a hand full of things for a full car of middle schoolers, are you serious?
This summer I have heard more horror stories than ever before. and as an advocate for my friends, I can’t stay silent even if I also understand the other side.
For years I worked on a line at a local burrito shop. We had good customers and bad ones. We had people who cared and people who cursed. We had people who cheated for a quick discount and we had people who paid more than expected to give us a nice tip at the end of the night. That being said, anyone working in the service industry I salute you and thank you for the incredible work you do [mostly without thanks].
But on the other hand, that does not give you the right to take it out on your customer.
SO … while I understand the risks and liabilities of allergies in a food-based business, so do the owners, and as such it is their job to make the proper steps toward the safety of their patrons.
It is never right to attack or verbally assault a customer that has not done harm – it is not a business right to disclose a customers information, to kick them out or use profanities in the presence of children.
So as an open letter to the service industry – it’s not where you eat – its who you meet and sometimes that can make all the difference for your day.
Why does everyone think my generation is ruining absolutely everything? What exactly did we, as millennials, destroy for the rest of society?
Can we truly ruin anything if literally all we do is attend an overpriced college, go out to bars, and then work 40+ hours a week for minimum wage just to try to pay back our loans and eat food and live in an up-to-code very humble abode?
Cue the family get togethers, where I am always hit with an “oh when are you moving out?” or “oh, you don’t have a boyfriend?” or the best one: “you’re moving back to your hometown once you finish school, right?”
Uhm, no, Susan, right now I’m pretty focused on not being in debt for the rest of my life? And also maybe keeping some of my civil rights? And also finishing my education? And maybe travelling because once I start my career I’ll probably never be able to retire?
For reference, to be considered a millennial you would have been born between 1981 and 1996 (currently ages 22 to 37) — so really, I’m the very tail end of it; I’m talking 2 weeks away from being a ’97 kid. But by the way they are being judged, I’d rather be a Millennial than a Gen Z. Plus, the years vary slightly depending on where you look for the information, but this is a pretty good range to go by.
Here are just a couple dozen article headlines that lay out what my generation has, in fact, killed:(and my initial reactions to some of them)
How Millennials Ended the Running Boom (2016)
Millennials are killing gyms, too (2016)
How hipster millennials are killing the Big Mac (2016)
“Promiscuous” Millennials are Killing McDonald’s (2014)
Millennials are killing chains like BWW and Applebee’s (2017)
(because we run out of money and can only afford take out)
Millennials are killing the beer industry (2017)
Now millennials are killing marmalade (2017)
Did Millennials Kill the 9-5 Workday, or Just Point Out it’s Dead (2016)
(actually, Meghan, I work 7-4 + overtime)
Have Millennials Killed Serendipity? (2017)
Millennials are killing the dinner date (2016)
Millennials are killing relationships and we should be concerned (2015)
Why aren’t millennials having sex? (2016)
(you clearly haven’t visited a college campus, or bars, or clubs, or copy rooms recently)
Here’s How Millennials Have Killed Crowdfunding (2016)
(you sure? Remember the time we started a funding page for KYLIE JENNER)
Did Millennials Ruin the Olympics? (2016)
Millennials are Killing Lunch
(this is actually a 51-second video)
Millennials have officially ruined brunch (2017)
(excuse me do you guys think we don’t LOVE food??)
Millennials aren’t eating cereal because it’s too much work (2016)
(sorry but I can’t eat that in the car while I’m rushing to work late because I stopped for Starbucks)
Well done millennials – you’ve officially ruined handshakes for everyone (2016)
(I’ve always been more of a hug person anyway)
Millennials are killing the napkin industry (2016)
Have Millennials Killed Hotel Loyalty Programs?
Millennials are allegedly ruining hotels for every other generation (2016)
(at least this one gives us ‘allegedly’)
Millennials are Killing Department Stores
(another video! but really – help me, I’m poor)
Did millennials kill the hangout sitcom? (2018)
(for the record, F-R-I-E-N-D-S is my favorite show)
Millennials Are Destroying The Next Generation and It’s Ruining America (2017)
(that’s just… wow …harsh)
Are Millennials Killing the Car Industry? (2018)
(SORRY BUT THE T IS CHEAPER)
Why are Millennials Killing Their Bosses? (2015)
(I’m sorry but all I can imagine here is Charlie Day saying “no one’s going to pay you to be a husband, unless you marry Oprah.”)
(and if you don’t understand that joke we can no longer be friends, sorry)
Millennials’ Wanderlust is Killing the Canadian Tourism Industry (2016)
(don’t they just have waterfalls and maple syrup, anyway?)
Millennials are Killing America: Part 1 (2016)
(this was published in 2016 and I am still unsure where part 2 is)
Millennials don’t like motorcycles, and that’s killing Harley’s sales (2017)
(ya’ll are the ones who told us they’re dangerous, you know)
And, my personal favorite:
How Millennials (Almost) Killed the Wine Cork (2016)
(TWIST OFFS FOR THE WIN)
So, there ya have it.
People think we ruined it all. From McDonalds to hotels, gyms to marmalade, I can’t really go anywhere or do anything without being judged or questioned simply because of the year I was born.
If you’re really that upset about us eating avocado toast why don’t you just go buy them all so we can’t, sound good?
Plus, aren’t you the ones who created us a couple decades ago?…
Please, just leave us be. All we want is to feel like we just might be able to retire someday.
And remember, these are just a few handfuls of headlines I pulled from Google. If you want more, trust me, there are more.
How I love the time we have spent together. I remember going to the store to fetch all the food. The effort put in to pull the carts, which were too heavy to push. The palate cart I also had to pull with fourteen [yes fourteen] cases of water and Snapple. This is the adventure I have since signed up for working at a small business.
My coworker and I walked through BJ’s with carts [plural] filled to the brim – and yes my struggle was real, but not as real as the struggle I face when dealing with my Oreo addiction.
Two hours later we returned to work – 700 dollars down on a months worth of groceries for an office of thirteen. The issue and gluttony of which is not lost on me.
Like many offices I have worked at, I have been forever blessed to have a break room full of food – but this gift is often paired with a guilt and lack of control. Like many of those around me I am a sucker for my sweet tooth – so while I originally thought that working at a health company would end my struggle from the temptation of snack foods – I could not have been more wrong.
an ode to my love of Oreos
To my friends, my followers, my family, I have a confession. While most grow attached to sinful pleasures, to alcohols and drugs my weakness is chocolatey and crème filled.
To my lover… double stuffed Oreos – Oh how I love the time we have spent together. From the day I said I would only have two, then two turned to four and four six. I did not mean to eat you so fast but you taunted me. Your packaging relaxed me, so blue and tinted with a subtle shine. I had no choice when it came to you; and when you were gone – I thought I would be free, but still there were more… so many packs more.
With my entry into the adult world I always thought that I would leave old habits behind, but my sweet tooth is one that no amount of dentistry or orthodontia has never been able to remove.
To my friends [and my dentist], who thought I had grown out of this phase, I am sorry, but my journey and love for Oreos is not now and will not soon be over. This love will continue to make your job [and my bills] hard to swallow – and while I am sorry, I cannot change who I am.
Oreos – I love you and know I always will.
dear break room,
I love you. I know our relationship will be long, fruitful, and expensive – But I promise to love you like only a true foodie can. This weekend will be long, and our time apart sad. I am sorry to cheat on you with my home kitchen, but you knew this relationship was never meant to be easy – only worth it for the two of us. For now, know I love you, and I will see you soon.