20+ People Honestly Showed What Their Jobs Are Really Like

It’s impossible to argue with the fact that all jobs are important. We see people specialize in different things every day. They could be doctors, school teachers, cashiers, or cleaners. All jobs contain things that outsiders have no idea about.

We at Bright Side have found Internet users of different professions that revealed the invisible side of their jobs. And in the bonus section, you’ll find a tweet about the difficulties that shop assistants have to deal with.

“My sister works in a photo center and this is who she was asked to take a picture of.”

This is the hand of a doctor after removing his medical gloves after 10 hours of being on the clock.

“A group of teenagers came in just to trash the theater. I was one of the people that had to clean it.”

“I work in the Arctic and Antarctic and find it much more convenient to wear my watch on a lanyard than on my wrist because of all of the layers I wear.”

“This watch has been to Antarctica countless times and to the geographic North Pole 12 times.”

“Be nice to your trash man when it’s raining and it’s 30 degrees outside. We’re not invincible. This is my hand after working 4 hours in bad weather.”

“I work at a hotel these days and went to see if a room was mislabeled as dirty. This is what I found.”

“I kept my hotel key cards from my first year working for the airlines.”

“Working hard as a truck driver has its advantages: the views!”

“My mom works at Amazon and she sent me a photo of one of the trucks she loaded.”

“I work at a call center. Whenever I get a particularly rude caller, I like to draw what they might look like. Here’s Lorraine from today.”

“I work in a fast-food restaurant, and this is our broom. My boss says it’s too expensive to replace it, yet he drives a Lincoln.”

“I work in the film industry and I’m usually too shy to ask for a picture with an actor, but I had to get one with this little guy.”

“Every staple I removed in one year at my boring office job”

“I work in a −25°F freezer every day.”

“I work at a cat shelter. These are the ’can we keep him?’ photos I sent to my partner. It worked.”

“My job involves putting labels on boxes. I hold them with my left hand and put them on the box with my right. This is what my ’clean’ hands look like.”

“I got transferred to a new location at work. This is my new break ’room.’”

You can work anywhere if you’re a programmer.

“I work as a professional princess on weekends. My kitty insists on inspecting each costume for detail accuracy.”

“I work at a hotel — a guest left this when they checked out.”

This is a bathtub full of playing cards.

“So, I work in a movie theater. ’Family of the Year’ award goes to these guys!”

“I’m a seaman. We live alone in these rooms. Depending on your position, the room can be better and bigger. This is mine.”

“I have my own toilet and shower.”

“Took this photo yesterday at work. Thought I’d share it with you guys.”

What is your job and what downsides are there to it?

Rude Cashier Belittled Me for Being Old and Poor – A Moment Later, Karma Struck Back & My Life Changed Forever

Not long ago, a trip to the supermarket turned into a life-altering experience for me. The cashier must have been in a bad mood or judged me based on how I looked, but she was extremely rude. In the end, this encounter taught me an important life lesson that I’d like to pass along.

An elderly woman at a grocery store | Source: Pexels

An elderly woman at a grocery store | Source: Pexels

My name is Margaret, but most people call me Maggie. Recently, I went to the supermarket to buy a bun. I live alone now since my family abandoned me, and moments like these bring me a little joy.

As I reached the checkout counter, I suddenly realized, with horror, that I had lost the two dollars I needed to buy the bun. Desperately, I began searching for coins in my purse, hoping to find enough to cover the cost.

The cashier, seeing my struggle, said harshly, “Hurry up, old lady. If you can’t afford it, you shouldn’t be here wasting our time.”

An elderly woman at a grocery store | Source: Pexels

An elderly woman at a grocery store | Source: Pexels

Her words cut deep, and I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me. I could feel the eyes of the other customers on me, and my face turned red with shame.

Just as I was about to leave, defeated, karma took over. The cashier, in her haste to move on to the next customer, knocked over a stack of canned goods, which tumbled noisily to the floor, startling everyone around.

“Watch out!” a customer yelled as the cans clattered to the ground.

"Caution wet floor" sign in a grocery store | Source: Pexels

“Caution wet floor” sign in a grocery store | Source: Pexels

The cashier, clearly flustered, bent down to pick them up. As she did, she slipped and fell, causing a scene in front of the entire store. Other customers rushed to help her, giving me a moment to quietly step aside.

As I stood there, a kind stranger approached me. He had witnessed the whole scene and offered to pay for my bun.

“Please, let me help you,” he said, handing me the bun with a warm smile.

I accepted with gratitude, feeling a small sense of justice that the rude cashier received a taste of her own medicine.

A woman with an injured neck | Source: Pexels

A woman with an injured neck | Source: Pexels

“Thank you so much,” I said, my voice trembling with relief. “You have no idea how much this means to me.”

“It’s no problem at all,” he replied. “I’m John, by the way.”

“I’m Margaret, but you can call me Maggie,” I responded, still overwhelmed by his kindness.

John seemed genuinely concerned about me. He started asking about my situation, wanting to know more about the woman he had just helped.

“Do you live nearby?” he asked, his voice gentle.

An elderly woman speaking to a man | Source: Pexels

An elderly woman speaking to a man | Source: Pexels

“Yes, I do,” I replied. “I live alone now since my family… well, they abandoned me.”

“I’m so sorry to hear that,” John said, his face showing sincere sympathy. “What did you do before you retired?”

“I was a chemistry teacher,” I revealed.

John’s eyes lit up with interest. “You were a chemistry teacher? That’s incredible! My daughters are studying to become doctors, and they’re struggling with their chemistry classes. Would you be interested in tutoring them?”

A man smiling | Source: Pexels

A man smiling | Source: Pexels

I was taken aback by his offer. It had been years since I last taught, and I had almost forgotten the passion I once had for education. But the idea of helping his daughters and staying active sounded wonderful.

“I would be honored,” I replied, feeling a spark of excitement ignite within me.

“That’s fantastic!” John exclaimed. “Let’s exchange contact information. I’d love for you to meet Sarah and Emily as soon as possible.”

We swapped phone numbers, and John insisted on giving me a ride home. As we drove, we talked more about my teaching days and his daughters’ aspirations. By the time we reached my modest home, I felt like I had made a new friend.

A happy elderly woman | Source: Pexels

A happy elderly woman | Source: Pexels

“Thank you again, John,” I said as I stepped out of his car. “You’ve given me more than just a bun today.”

“You’re very welcome, Maggie,” he replied with a warm smile. “I’ll call you soon to arrange a time for the first tutoring session.”

I watched him drive away, feeling a renewed sense of purpose and looking forward to what the future might hold.

When I stepped inside my house, I felt a renewed sense of purpose. I walked to my bedroom and opened the closet, where I had kept my old teaching clothes.

A woman going through her closet | Source: Pexels

A woman going through her closet | Source: Pexels

They were still in good condition, neatly hung and ready for a new chapter. I took out a clean blouse and skirt, and as I put them on, memories of my teaching days flooded back. I felt like a new person, ready to face the world again.

The next day, I met John’s daughters, Sarah and Emily. They were bright and eager to learn, and we quickly bonded.

“It’s so nice to meet you both,” I said warmly. “Let’s start with the basics and see where you need the most help.”

An elderly woman  looking at an young girl speak | Source: Pexels

An elderly woman looking at an young girl speak | Source: Pexels

Tutoring them brought me immense joy, and I was reminded of why I had loved teaching so much in the first place. Over the weeks, I saw them improve and grow more confident in their studies.

“Maggie, I got an A on my chemistry test!” Sarah exclaimed one afternoon, her face glowing with pride.

“That’s wonderful, Sarah! I knew you could do it,” I replied, feeling a swell of pride myself.

It was incredibly fulfilling to see their progress. Word soon spread in the community about my tutoring, and more parents approached me to help their children.

A woman teaching | Source: Pexels

A woman teaching | Source: Pexels

“Mrs. Maggie, could you tutor my son, too? He’s struggling with his science classes,” a neighbor asked one day.

“Of course, I’d be happy to help,” I responded, smiling.

My small home became a hub of learning and laughter, filled with the energy of young minds eager to succeed. I was no longer the lonely grandmother struggling at the supermarket; I was a respected teacher again, making a difference in the lives of others.

One evening, John called to check on his daughters’ progress. “Maggie, I can’t thank you enough for what you’re doing for Sarah and Emily,” he said.

A man smiling n the phone | Source: Pexels

A man smiling n the phone | Source: Pexels

“It’s my pleasure, John. They’re wonderful girls, and I’m so glad I can help,” I replied.

As I hung up the phone, I looked around my bustling home, now filled with students and the sound of learning. I realized that life had given me a second chance, and I was embracing it fully.

One day, feeling confident and proud in my old teaching clothes, I decided to go back to that same supermarket. I wanted to buy another bun and see how the cashier would treat me this time.

A woman at the grocery store | Source: Pexels

A woman at the grocery store | Source: Pexels

As I approached the counter, I saw the same cashier from before. I made sure to linger a bit longer than necessary, pretending to search for coins in my purse.

The cashier looked at me and seemed to recognize me, but this time, she spoke politely. “Take your time, ma’am. Is there anything else I can help you with?” Her tone was courteous and respectful, just like with any other customer. It was a stark contrast to our previous encounter.

A friendly cashier | Source: Pexels

A friendly cashier | Source: Pexels

“No, thank you,” I replied, handing her the money for the bun.

As I handed her the money for the bun, I couldn’t help but feel a bittersweet realization. In this world, whether we like it or not, people often judge us by our appearance.

Only a few unique individuals can see beyond the old, worn-out clothes to the person within. John was one of those rare people who saw me for who I truly was, and his kindness had given me a second chance.

An elderly woman smiling | Source: Pexels

An elderly woman smiling | Source: Pexels

As I walked out of the store, I reflected on the lesson I had learned. Determined to make a difference, I resolved to continue teaching and instill these values in my students.

I wanted them to learn to see beyond appearances, to understand that everyone has a story, and to always be kind and respectful. With each lesson, I hoped to inspire them to judge people not by their outward appearance but by the content of their character.

An elderly woman thinking | Source: Pexels

An elderly woman thinking | Source: Pexels

My life had taken a turn I never expected, and it all started with a simple act of kindness. Now, as a teacher once again, I was committed to spreading that kindness and teaching my students to look beyond the surface and appreciate the richness of the human spirit.

The next day, during a tutoring session, I shared my experience with Sarah and Emily. “Always remember,” I said, “kindness and understanding can make a world of difference. You never know what someone else might be going through.”

A woman interacting with her students | Source: Pexels

A woman interacting with her students | Source: Pexels

“Thank you for teaching us that, Maggie,” Sarah replied, her eyes filled with sincerity.

“Yeah, we’ll remember,” Emily added, nodding in agreement.

Knowing that my lessons were resonating with them filled me with a sense of accomplishment. As I continued to teach, I remained committed to spreading kindness and understanding, ensuring that every student I encountered learned to value the content of one’s character over their outward appearance.

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