Being politically correct is going to be my biggest challenge in this world of today. I grew up in the era of having freedom of speech and sometimes it's hard for me to remember that everyone can be offended by a harmless remark if it's their day to be defensive.
Working around young people keeps me on my toes and I tend to want to mentor and adopt all of them. I just realized you can no longer be friendly with the younger ones because if you call them young man or little girl, you are talking down to them. WHAT??
If you work around a sensitive man, and you lament to someone that you are so glad to be free of men in your life, you will offend the man because you included a disparaging remark about men. WHAT??? I have always used the routine of joking about my exes and their cheating ways. Now, 25 years later, I'm still telling the same tired jokes but they are now considered offensive.
I'm all for not offending people and I realize that in this modern age that we think is so advanced, it is not acceptable of statements we could have made in time past. Personally, if a comment is made and not meant to be harmful, then what happened to just having a conversation?
Watching my mouth will make me not be the total person I am, but I guess as long as I am politically correct, my freedom of speech will have to be put aside.
Monday, December 26, 2011
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
SMILE, SELL AND SUCCEED!!
One week in and I am learning new things everyday. I have now entered the world of retail again. Customer service is an attribute that I take very personally and this is my forte of excellence to offer my company.
Dealing with the public can be very taxing because each human is so totally different. Sometime the most aggravating customer or employee is the one that needs the attention the most. I'm sure many times I have walked away from a customer, exhaled and thought,"wow!"
If my job only entailed just the customers, it would be a great thing but one of the things inherited with my job is dealing with employees. I'm lucky that most of the employees really care about their job. I also know that new employees coming into a Management job is never going to be met with open arms. Hopefully, thick skin has been developed after all these years.
It's hard to understand how someone can hire people that just don't fit the job description and really come in only to want to become the manager. What I would love to have are some workers. There are enough Managers to supervise 100 more employees.
This new adventure is not going to be a lifetime one. I am just in the job to help train one of the staff that want it to have enough sense to do it. I've had my fifteen minutes of fame and if I could have free range for a little while, production would go way up. Of course, a few employees might fall by the wayside.
One day at a time, one customer at a time, one sale at a time and hopefully the individual time spent will bring much more time of gainful employment.
Dealing with the public can be very taxing because each human is so totally different. Sometime the most aggravating customer or employee is the one that needs the attention the most. I'm sure many times I have walked away from a customer, exhaled and thought,"wow!"
If my job only entailed just the customers, it would be a great thing but one of the things inherited with my job is dealing with employees. I'm lucky that most of the employees really care about their job. I also know that new employees coming into a Management job is never going to be met with open arms. Hopefully, thick skin has been developed after all these years.
It's hard to understand how someone can hire people that just don't fit the job description and really come in only to want to become the manager. What I would love to have are some workers. There are enough Managers to supervise 100 more employees.
This new adventure is not going to be a lifetime one. I am just in the job to help train one of the staff that want it to have enough sense to do it. I've had my fifteen minutes of fame and if I could have free range for a little while, production would go way up. Of course, a few employees might fall by the wayside.
One day at a time, one customer at a time, one sale at a time and hopefully the individual time spent will bring much more time of gainful employment.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
PISSING CONTEST WITH A POLE CAT!!!
"Two or more parties simply attempting to out-do one another, not for the sake of truly believing in their cause, but just to win in order to gain some kind of power, honor, or reward of some kind."
Thanks to the dictionary for finally giving me the knowledge of the actual meaning of a "'Pissing Contest" as used when two or more people are trying to one up each other.
Lyndon Johnson always said something to the effect of not getting into a pissing contest with a polecat even though he didn't always follow his own advice.
How sad it is when adults striving for the same results have to have a power struggle about the way to get to the finished job.
Is it jealousy, the loss of a lifestyle, drinking, or the horrible green monster not wanting to accept that perhaps what they use to do, they can do no more?
The knowing that someone can do a job as well or better than you does not mean that you can't do the job. It just means that there is help if needed and should graciously be accepted.
The delay of having to prove the equality or the importance of a contributing partner, not only waste time but causes so much hostility that everyone gives up on the task and nothing gets accomplished. How much easier to swallow pride and note that perhaps something could be learned.
Stressing the point of your accomplishments, of how you would do it takes away from the end result. A new approach might be to take notice of how someone else does something and maybe use it when you need to do something different than the way you have always done it.
Working together does not always have to be competitive. Wanted a job well done is the end goal and no matter how it is reached and by whom, this is the way it should be approached.
Reach out your hand to someone who wants to help without thinking it is the start of a competition. No one is judging and at least when you can look at the finished product and think it's a job well done, you have the satisfaction of knowing that you let the right people do the job.
In the 'pissing contest' of life, at least you'll be a fair competitor.
Thanks to the dictionary for finally giving me the knowledge of the actual meaning of a "'Pissing Contest" as used when two or more people are trying to one up each other.
Lyndon Johnson always said something to the effect of not getting into a pissing contest with a polecat even though he didn't always follow his own advice.
How sad it is when adults striving for the same results have to have a power struggle about the way to get to the finished job.
Is it jealousy, the loss of a lifestyle, drinking, or the horrible green monster not wanting to accept that perhaps what they use to do, they can do no more?
The knowing that someone can do a job as well or better than you does not mean that you can't do the job. It just means that there is help if needed and should graciously be accepted.
The delay of having to prove the equality or the importance of a contributing partner, not only waste time but causes so much hostility that everyone gives up on the task and nothing gets accomplished. How much easier to swallow pride and note that perhaps something could be learned.
Stressing the point of your accomplishments, of how you would do it takes away from the end result. A new approach might be to take notice of how someone else does something and maybe use it when you need to do something different than the way you have always done it.
Working together does not always have to be competitive. Wanted a job well done is the end goal and no matter how it is reached and by whom, this is the way it should be approached.
Reach out your hand to someone who wants to help without thinking it is the start of a competition. No one is judging and at least when you can look at the finished product and think it's a job well done, you have the satisfaction of knowing that you let the right people do the job.
In the 'pissing contest' of life, at least you'll be a fair competitor.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
TEXTING FOR SENIOR CITIZENS!!
Thank you for this fun e-mail I received:
ATD: | At The Doctor's |
BFF: | Best Friend Fainted |
BTW: | Bring The Wheelchair |
BYOT: | Bring Your Own Teeth |
CBM: | Covered By Medicare |
CGU: | Can't get up |
CUATSC: | See You At The Senior Center |
DWI: | Driving While Incontinent |
FWB: | Friend With Beta Blockers |
FWIW: | Forgot Where I Was |
FYI: | Found Your Insulin |
GGPBL: | Gotta Go Pacemaker Battery Low! |
GHA: | Got Heartburn Again |
HGBM: | Had Good Bowel Movement |
IMHO: | Is My Hearing-Aid On? |
LMDO: | Laughing My Dentures Out |
LOL: | Living On Lipitor |
LWO: | Lawrence Welk's On |
OMMR: | On My Massage Recliner |
OMSG: | Oh My! Sorry Gas. |
ROFL... CGU: | Rolling On The Floor Laughing... And Can't Get Up |
TTYL: | Talk To You Louder |
WAITT: | Who Am I Talking To? |
WTFA: | Wet The Furniture Again |
WTP: | Where's The Prunes? |
WWNO: | Walker Wheels Need Oil |
GGLKI: | (Gotta Go Laxative Kicking In) |
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Mary Beth's Things I know: THIS MARRIAGE SUCKS, TOO!!!!
Mary Beth's Things I know: THIS MARRIAGE SUCKS, TOO!!!!: You, with your promises of good times, new experiences, visiting old friends and making new ones, have now broken my heart. I left my spac...
THIS MARRIAGE SUCKS, TOO!!!!
You, with your promises of good times, new experiences, visiting old friends and making new ones, have now broken my heart.
I left my space of friends, family, and fun because your all seeing attitude convinced me that I would never have any success with anything I was involved in.
You tempted me with all your free gifts, your connections to everywhere and the idea that I could have my business flourish just by mentioning your name.
A tear is making its way slowly down my cheek as I reach the conclusion that you and I might be over. How am I going to explain it to my friends and family that there might not be any more us?
Do you feel any guilt or remorse or are you so isolated in your world of me, me, me that you forgot about one of the ones that put you in that Ivory tower?
I loved you and gave you 100% of my time because I trusted you. After all this time, I now find you changing, manipulating, working things to as to cut me off from all the friends I have come to love and enjoy.
When I push that final button, you won't even care because there will always be someone else to lure into your world of deceit.
Thank you for all the times that were good and perhaps I'll keep in touch.
Google me if you need to. I'll be here for a little longer but then, one of the best loves of my life, forget you!!!
So Long Facebook...it was a good marriage while it was.
I left my space of friends, family, and fun because your all seeing attitude convinced me that I would never have any success with anything I was involved in.
You tempted me with all your free gifts, your connections to everywhere and the idea that I could have my business flourish just by mentioning your name.
A tear is making its way slowly down my cheek as I reach the conclusion that you and I might be over. How am I going to explain it to my friends and family that there might not be any more us?
Do you feel any guilt or remorse or are you so isolated in your world of me, me, me that you forgot about one of the ones that put you in that Ivory tower?
I loved you and gave you 100% of my time because I trusted you. After all this time, I now find you changing, manipulating, working things to as to cut me off from all the friends I have come to love and enjoy.
When I push that final button, you won't even care because there will always be someone else to lure into your world of deceit.
Thank you for all the times that were good and perhaps I'll keep in touch.
Google me if you need to. I'll be here for a little longer but then, one of the best loves of my life, forget you!!!
So Long Facebook...it was a good marriage while it was.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
My Bedroom isn't just for sleep!
As I glance around my bedroom, a sense of peace comes over me. A small room compared to some I've had in my life, but big enough to house my world that I've come to love.
One wall is painted by me with Forest green swirled everywhere and stems painted in so if you are on the bed looking at the wall it's almost like being outside among the trees. One wall has leaves and flowers and the other wall has splatters of colored flowers very small as in an impressionist painting. The wall paper on the other wall is striped green with light traces of the flowers cascading down several rows. Stars that you find in children's rooms are splattered all over the ceiling so when I turn out the lights, the twinkling begins. It's such a peaceful way to end the evening.
My computer faces the street and when I put the blinds and the drapes up, I can watch the cars go by, the people taking a stroll, children skipping down the road, skateboards in hand to find that perfect ride.
I have been in and out of this room many times in my life. When the house was occupied by my Aunt and Uncle, I spent many nights visiting and enjoying the comfort of the room. When my Mother was very ill, I spent many nights in the room offering her comfort.
My television is on the dresser and the remote never far from my hand. Pictures of my children and family everywhere give me comfort for their not being with me.
People grin when I explain how much I love my room. When they've viewed it, I'm sure the same inspired feeling of awe didn't even come to their mind. But they don't know the memories that this room holds so all the feelings I have could never even be related to them.
This house is small in size but big in heart. Strangers would see a cottage, I see a haven. Friends with their big homes in their gated communities can't even imagine living in a place so small. The difference is they still have their "stuff" and their mortgage and a few have houses that own them. I got rid of "stuff" and got a life. All I need is the comfort of comfort.
When I close the door of my bedroom, I leave all the drama, the problems of the day and any aggravations that have come across during my day. I'm in my room and I'm happy.
I
One wall is painted by me with Forest green swirled everywhere and stems painted in so if you are on the bed looking at the wall it's almost like being outside among the trees. One wall has leaves and flowers and the other wall has splatters of colored flowers very small as in an impressionist painting. The wall paper on the other wall is striped green with light traces of the flowers cascading down several rows. Stars that you find in children's rooms are splattered all over the ceiling so when I turn out the lights, the twinkling begins. It's such a peaceful way to end the evening.
My computer faces the street and when I put the blinds and the drapes up, I can watch the cars go by, the people taking a stroll, children skipping down the road, skateboards in hand to find that perfect ride.
I have been in and out of this room many times in my life. When the house was occupied by my Aunt and Uncle, I spent many nights visiting and enjoying the comfort of the room. When my Mother was very ill, I spent many nights in the room offering her comfort.
My television is on the dresser and the remote never far from my hand. Pictures of my children and family everywhere give me comfort for their not being with me.
People grin when I explain how much I love my room. When they've viewed it, I'm sure the same inspired feeling of awe didn't even come to their mind. But they don't know the memories that this room holds so all the feelings I have could never even be related to them.
This house is small in size but big in heart. Strangers would see a cottage, I see a haven. Friends with their big homes in their gated communities can't even imagine living in a place so small. The difference is they still have their "stuff" and their mortgage and a few have houses that own them. I got rid of "stuff" and got a life. All I need is the comfort of comfort.
When I close the door of my bedroom, I leave all the drama, the problems of the day and any aggravations that have come across during my day. I'm in my room and I'm happy.
I
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