Jeeesus i spent last night with a couple of particular folks and boy howdy don't they know how to make a dude feel like poopcakes. I think I shall have to avoid their company in future, which is a shame because I was pretty tight with them in Canada. But I spent the evening trying to convince a town planner and a receptionist that I'm worth knowing and that ain't worth the angst.
Those types of people are everywhere, in varying degrees of severity. I thought for the longest time nobody could be happy working retail, and the only people working at stores were those on their way to something better if younger, or who didn't have a chance or a choice if older. My wife taught me that wasn't true. Even if she doesn't like her job most days, she does it because she likes working with people, and doing something she can leave behind when she goes home. These folk sound more like they're genuinely elitist.