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Give Heed And Stop Feeding The Greed!

Greed

As Thanksgiving approaches, and the Christmas adverts have already begun, I simply cannot wrap my mind around it.  I just cannot fathom the sheer capacity of greed in our society!  Every year, Black Friday sales seem to start earlier and earlier.  Every year the crowds become rowdier and more violent.  Every year the face of GREED makes itself more and more visible.

People are willing to trample others, quite literally to death, for a television or toy or some other object that will need to be replaced or repaired before the credit card is paid off.  Human life becomes of less value than stuff!  Yet people, year after year, grab as much as they can.

What about the workers in these stores?  I have a friend who worked as a cashier at StuffMart last Christmas season who told me that she had to wear Depends Adult Diapers because they were so busy she didn’t have a chance to even go to the restroom.  Had another friend who worked at a Mall who said there were so many fights over stuff that he lost count (after 40).  What’s WRONG with people?

There are families that actually work out a plan so they can grab as much stuff as they possibly can for their clan.  They map it out, work out strategies, have communication devices always at the ready, and some even have practice runs for several months in advance.  WHY?

When I was growing up, we were told that we could make a list of FIVE items that were less than $50.  Of those five items “Santa” would pick one, possibly two, of them.  We were taught that the season was about the love of friends and family, not about stuff.  True, I would envy my friends who had GOBS of gifts.  But the older I got, the more I noticed that these same people were never happy with what they had received and were certainly not grateful!  In fact, they became more and more demanding!

I told my family, several years ago, that I would only purchase one small item for each of them.  They were welcome to accept it with gratitude or respectfully decline it.  It has worked well so far.  Our holidays are much less stressful and we aren’t bruised, battered, or dead from the invading hordes of the greedy!

Is THIS what we have become?

Is THIS what we have become?

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Dare I Say It?

I'm OFFENDED!“That’s Offensive!”

“I’m Offended!”

Why are we wasting so much time and energy looking for reasons to be offended?  Why are we burning up so much of our limited time on this orb being offended (with the marching and the shouting and the rioting and the burning and the general mayhem with accompanying chaos)?

  • People get offended because of a flag.
  • People get offended by the people who are offended by a flag.
  • People are offended by something their ancestors endured.
  • People are offended by those who are offended by something their ancestors endured.
  • People are offended because they are expected to follow the law.
  • People are offended because those enforcing the law didn’t bring them warm milk and cookies and coddle them.
  • People get offended because someone said a word.
  • People get offended because they think they have every right to be offensive.

We waste SO MUCH of our lives either offending or being offended and being angry about it!  Can ANYONE change history? NOPE!   Can anyone change their skin pigmentation? Possibly, but at great financial expense.  Can anyone un-say anything they have said?  Nope!  Can anyone undo what has been done? Nope.

People yell, shout, scream, and demand “justice” when they really want revenge!  People yell, scream, shout, and demand “equality” and “unity” yet they are not willing to stop being divisive.

Let’s be honest: the life is NOT fair!  Never has been and never will be. We are divided because we CHOOSE to be divisive!  If we want to be a united culture then we have got to stop being divisive and start being courteous and respectful toward each other.  We have got to learn to let go of the things we cannot change.

We can only move forward from THIS point in time!  We cannot move forward if we continue to focus on what’s behind us.  Learn from history, learn that cooperation DOES work, and learn to move forward in cooperation!

Think about this:  If you take 10 people and give each of them $1M.  Within three generations, at least half of them will be broke (or in debt). And about 1% will be the wealthiest among the group (by fair means or foul).  Why? Because we focus more on the MONEY instead of the PEOPLE!

But that’s just my two cents worth.

And, by the way, I am offended that the symbol for cents is not found on my computer keyboard while the $ symbol is very clearly placed.

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Perspective…It’s All In How You Look At It!

perspectiveMany years ago, when textbooks were written on stone tablets, my Philosophy Professor shared with us a story.

One brilliant professor decided to gather all of his colleagues from across the world for a symposium where they would pose a question and then share their wisdom, knowledge, intellect, and show the world why they were so brilliant.  So he issued invitations which included the question to be discussed: “If you found yourself stranded on an island, what single would you want?”

The Symposium began and each scholar was to present their conclusion to the premise and the others would discuss the answer in order to determine which would be the most brilliant answer to be presented to showcase the amassed intellect.  One professor boldly declared that he would need all of his books, in order to keep his mind occupied for the rest of his life.  Another shouted him down stating that he would need his wine collection in order to maintain some semblance of civilization.  While yet another proclaimed that the only possible answer would be endless delicacies, after all, one needs to eat and should be able to dine well.

Before long the discussion went from simple to ludicrous to bizarre to over-the-top extravagance in which only a mansion of purest polished marble with priceless furnishings and gardens with fountains and endless luxuries would be required in order to survive on this island.

During this Symposium, Wilhelm the Janitor, had been sweeping and emptying the trash in each room in the building.  The conference auditorium was the last one in the building so he waited patiently for these learned men to finish their discussion so he could clean up.  The hosting Professor, thinking to have a bit of fun, told Wilhelm that if he had a better answer than anyone else, then the Professors would do the cleaning for him for the rest of their lives.  Wilhelm agreed.

The professor could hardly contain his smirk, and the others chuckled none too quietly, as Wilhelm was asked the question: “If you found yourself stranded on an island, what single would you want?” Wilhelm, without batting an eye, answered: “To be rescued.”

You see, we tend to take that which is simple and complicate it by taking it to extremes it was never meant to experience.  Perspective is all in how you look at life.

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“Special Orders Don’t Upset Us”…Oh But They DO!

Fast FoodI remember those lyrics from my youth, and would sing along with the commercial, thinking what a wonderful utopia this must be that doesn’t get upset when I place my order of a burger without condiments.  You see, I am one of THOSE people who like to actually taste my burger instead of gobs of goo and gunk passed off as condiments touching my supposed meat. But I digress.

My job is one where I must, on some occasions, grab a meal on the go. Today was one such day, so I pulled into the wonderful advance in fast food technology otherwise known as….the drive-thru.  You pull up to this little speaker, speak clearly into the speaker, pull around, pay, receive your order, and off you go to toddle on with your day.  That is how it is SUPPOSED to work. That is the concept.

Today……my utopian dream was shattered, ground into dust, and blown in my face with a lawnmower!  There were only two cars ahead of me in line. I was stoked to be so close. I rolled down my window so I might better render thoughts of encouragement to those passing before me.  And then…the speaker said, “May I take your order?” and what followed was a long pause before an elderly gentleman leaned out of the window to shout back… “WAT? YOO SAY SOMETHING?” and the voice from the passenger side…”WHAT DID THEY SAY?”

This exchange went on for several minutes before an employee stepped out of the back door and acted as the interpreter between patron and mechanical speaker.  Lots of loud questions, shouting to each other, and finally the conclusion of this part of the transaction.  Please pull ahead to pay for your meal, accept your food, and have a nice day (somewhere else please).

The line moved ahead, the employee went back inside, and I was only one car away from the speaker! The work van ahead of me slowly pulled to the speaker, as noxious clouds of toxins freely billowed from the place that once contained an exhaust pipe.  The driver leaned out, and proudly stated that he had six orders, each to be rung up separately, and each to be paid separately.

I considered parking and going inside, but when I looked in my mirror, 7 cars had already lined up behind. I had no escape. So I rolled up my window, turned off my ventilation, and honestly fumed. After another 17 minutes, all of the work vans orders had been registered, and they pulled forward.

MY TURN!!!  I was elated!  Finally, I could get a bite to eat and only be 10 minutes late to the session I was to conduct.  I rolled up, placed my single order, heard the weary voice give me the price and to please pull forward.  I enthusiastically told the speaker box “THANK YOU” and drove around the corner of the building to see the van waiting for the elderly man (who had gotten out of his car) counting out EXACT CHANGE for his order

Serenity Now

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There’s Something To Be Said For…

Introvert CoffeeI like quiet. It helps me recharge and re-energize. I am an Introvert, you see, and lots of input is overwhelming, thus causing me to seek refuge in some less eventful locale.  My job requires interaction.  I enjoy the interaction but will seek out my happy quiet between appointments. And here begins this tale…

While sitting in my happy place, which shall remain nameless at present, I was delighting in a good book just downloaded to my tablet and a cup of coffee.  The low background noises from the other side of the shop we distracting, but tolerable.  As I delved deeper into my book, my focus became sharper and the invisible walls of the introverted mind formed. I was zeroing in on my euphoric place.

It was at this moment that HE came bursting into the shoppe with three screeching children (triplets of less than 6 years of age), his cellphone glued to his ear while he carried on a loud conversation with his wife or girlfriend (he repeated used the phrases “Sweetheart” and “Love You”) during which he was:

  1. Trying to carry on his phone conversation
  2. Fussing at the children, finally giving up and letting them rampage at will
  3. Place an order because “Daddy needs a break.”
  4. Trying to wrangle his herd of munchkins by yelling the question “What do you want for a treat? A cookie? You want a cookie? What kind of cookie? Oh you want cake? What kind of cake?”

By the time the third child FINALLY decided what treat he wanted, many of the patrons had made their abrupt exit and several of those who had entered after this gaggle had made entrance, had decided on a different venue.

During this entire event, the cellphone never left his ear and the conversation never ceased.  When he received his order, Daddy further exacerbated the situation by making other demands on the cashier (may I have this cookie warmed and this one cut, not broken, into fourths, and may I have 4 ones, 3 quarters, 2 dimes and a nickle instead of the 5?) all the while yelling instructions to his trio and talking to “sweetheart.”

Thinking (hoping) this was merely an anomaly and this group would take their order up the road to the playground/picnic area, those of us who had been enjoying the now reminiscent quiet, dug in waiting for their exit. Such was not the case. Daddy brought his cloud of loud into the seating area, sighed heavily, flopped in a chair, and told the children to “shoosh” “quiet down” and “please let Daddy have a break.”

In was at this point when Daddy thought it would be a good idea to engage those of the remaining patrons in a loud game of 20 questions.

“Whatcha reading there Pardner?”

“Why ya’ll being so quiet? Did we scare you?”

“If you think you have enough life insurance, you are dead WRONG! (insert beginning of sales pitch here)”

By this point I, and many of the remnant, had had enough and were packing up to find solace elsewhere when Olive, a tiny grandmotherly type, snapped her book closed and turned to address the man.  She smiled warmly and said, “Young man, did you know there is a playground just a block up the road?”

Daddy’s reply astounded all of us, “Yeah, but that’s too open and loud. Can’t concentrate there.” This was followed by vain attempts to get his young charges to lower their volume below ear-piercing.

Olive tried once again to be polite, “Sir, you have very energetic and rambunctious offspring. They need a place where they can expend their energies…like the playground.”

Daddy was either completely oblivious or determined to be rude, because he informed Olive that he had every RIGHT to be in the shop and his kids had every RIGHT to do whatever they wanted whenever they wanted because this is AMERICA, after all, and we are free!”

Sweet Olive, stood up, toddled over to the man, looked his square in the eyes and said, “Young man, may I have one of your business cards?” Daddy gave her his card thinking he was going to sell this sweet older lady a load of life insurance. Olive took the card, put it in her purse, and said, “My father, my husband and my two sons fought and died so you could have the freedoms you throw around so selfishly. But you see, I also have a freedom and LOTS of friends.  So I will be exercising MY right and freedom to tell everyone I know about your behavior and complete disregard for others. I will be sharing your business card with them, and we will be contacting the company to inform them of your lack of respect, and telling them we will not be purchasing any of their products or services if you are the example of their representative.”  With that, Olive toddled back gathered her belongings and left.

I wish I could say that Daddy got the hint, but sadly when I left after another half hour of trying to concentrate, he was still loud, proud, and chasing off business from what was once an introvert’s haven.

 

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You Want WHAT?

One of my hobbies is people watching.  I like to observe this creature called “human” going about their daily routines and in the habitats where they feel more at ease.  My efforts have revealed some interesting observations regarding the behaviors of these beasts.

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The first behavior I observed is one-upmanship whereby when a group of these humans gather in a setting, they begin comparing positions with the following inquiry: “What do you do for a living?” Upon receiving the answer, a perceived hierarchy begins to develop.  For example, a business executive will assert his superiority over the administrative assistant or salesperson.  The successful professional will be judged to be superior to the young professional just starting their career.  Social gatherings don’t seem to function until this pecking order has been established.  I question the validity of this need and wonder why a person’s profession is more important than the person.

Another behavior I observed is the customer service ‘I want to punch you in the throat’ look. I find this in restaurants, stores, DMV, and any other place where a worker is required to deal with the public.  I, also, deal with the public and sometimes feel this way. Why do customers, of any kind, somehow believe that they are the center of the universe and are not expected to be courteous, polite, or even nice?

I will limit my examples to two:

  1. A person comes into a restaurant, is seated, is given a menu and a rundown of the specials. Server goes to take care of another table. Instead of deciding what to order, the customer begins a conversation, phone call, check emails, updates Facebook, anything except pick up the menu and make a decision. Upon the return of the Server, the customer says, “I just can’t decide, what’s good?” The Server would be VERY unprofessional should they ‘recommend’ something that appeals to THEIR taste, because it might not be something that appeals to YOUR taste. And if their suggestion is not something you like, your experience will be noted by you as “bad” and you will tell others how “awful that restaurant is” even going so far as to blast the place (and server) in the VERY public forum of Facebook. I’ve seen it too many times for this not to be true.
  2. If you have had a bad day, this in NO WAY is a license for you to vent your anger, frustration, irritation, or just plain obnoxious arrogance on anyone else.  Especially the one providing you with goods and/or services. For example, if you go to a pub to drown your rough day and call for the “BAR WENCH” you can pretty much be guaranteed some sort of revenge will be wrought. Perhaps your beverage will be brought in a dirty glass, or saliva has been added, or a dead roach was drowned in your beverage and removed before you got served.  Rule of thumb: Do NOT irritate those who provide you with immediate goods and/or services.  If you have had a bad day, take a walk or go to the gym or go play in traffic.

The barbershop where I get what’s left of my hair trimmed (“cut” would be far too drastic), the barber knows I am introverted. As a result, she keeps the conversation to three questions or less.  Why? Partly because she knows I dislike chatty people who talk just to fill the silence. But, more importantly, because she has taken the time to observe and remember.  I am a regular. I like to have the same barber. As a result, my gratuity reflects the extra effort she put in to help establish this relationship.

Gratuity, in and of itself, is a tangible way of expressing GRATITUDE for a job well done. Now I do take offense with establishments that put a “tip jar” right next to the cash register, as if a gratuity is an expectation given PRIOR to the service being provided.  A coffee shop I visited recently had such a setup. When I paid for my coffee, I was given my change in singles (as a hint to tip for a job not yet done). I stepped away from the counter to await the delivery of my coffee, and when it was given to me, I provided the tip directly to the person performing the service. Not out of requirement, but because the service was quick and courteous.

There is no reason to be obnoxious, arrogant, or ignorant. THINK! Reverse the roles for a moment, how would YOU wish to be treated?

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My Train of Thought Seems to be a Clown Car

I’ve stopped reading the news or listening to it or watching it.  Not only is it too depressing (when there’s actually news) but most of it seems to be posturing and rantings of some figurehead of some group spewing hatred for some other group and claiming they want “justice.”  Please!

 

There are far too many of us on this rotating orb to spend so much time hating.  I hate you. What does that solve? Nothing. I demand “justice.” Justice for all or slanted toward me? Isn’t justice supposed to be impartial and blind?

 

Isn’t love supposed to be impartial as well?

 

Anyway, I’ve stopped with the “news” because life is too short to be so bogged down in the mire of someone else’s swamp of crap.  If you can’t get along with others, find yourself an island somewhere and live on your own.  Seriously, please do. I’ll help you pack.

 

My Train of Thought

My Train of Thought

How My Mind Really Works

How My Mind Really Works

 

 

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Sourpuss Is NOT A Good Look

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Is there a certain point in life when complaining becomes more of a lifestyle? Some seem to believe it should be an Olympic Event (and, honestly, I would award them the gold, silver and bronze for bitterness).

How do you allow your life to become SO miserable that all you can do is complain, bitch and moan? It’s YOUR life, after all. Why let it be such a miserable existence?

I actually sat in my favorite pub and had another patron bend my ear with their complaining for almost an hour. I finally looked them straight in the eye and said, “I am so sorry that your existence sucks THAT much.” Which led to several minutes of harumphing before this patron turned to another regular to complain that I was not being sympathetic to their complaining.

Do we TRULY have so much time in our lives that we can afford to waste it being bitchy? The truest value of life is in the living. If you are finished living, please have the courtesy to lie down. If you find yourself complaining more than not, it’s time for an adventure. I suggest that you visit http://www.themadtolive.com and read the amazing adventures of Lauren Rains. Or at the very least take a deep breath and step outside.

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Control Issues?

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I have a friend, I know that in itself perhaps surprises many of you, who is, how might one say this politely…… excitable is a good word. This friend is one who tends to exaggerate in extreme terms quite frequently. For example, my friend orders lunch and it arrives with two sour creams for his baked potato instead of two butters. Most people would shrug it off, eat the lunch, and perhaps order from another vendor in future. NOT this person.

His first response is the highly offended, loud bag rattling searching for the butter. Let’s face it, if one shakes the empty bag long enough, the missing item will appear and spring forth onto the table with sparkles and a loud TAH DAH!

We all know people, or ARE people, like this. We seem to think that life is a series of extremes, usually negative, and off we go bouncing from one extreme to the next like a rubber ball down the street.

Ever tapped someone’s bumper accidently while attempting to park? Even though there is no visible, discernible damage, the person you tapped jumps from their auto as if you just ran over them with a tank. Lots of yelling, screaming, “oh I’m injured, call an ambulance,” bad drama (the same overacting that requires a laugh track so you’ll know when something is supposed to be “funny”), and then lawyers, insurance companies, blah, blah, blah.

We sometimes think that our lives are completely out of control. Really? Out of control…the laws of gravity, nature, physics, and the universe have relinquished their finality and allowed your life to just move about on a whim? The FACT of the matter is that what we may call “Out of Control” is simply not the control we’d like. Everything is still in control of something, just perhaps not what you want.

Meanwhile back at my friend’s potato….imagine the rampage when I reached over, took his naked potato and tossed it into the trash. Through his ever reddening face, complete with various veins attempting to find their way OUT from under his skin; he clinched his teeth and asked my why I took his lunch. I smiled politely and replied that I didn’t, in fact, take his lunch; I merely removed the object which seemed to cause him so much irritation that perhaps one might even say, I saved him from an aneurism.

Oddly, he still hasn’t spoken to me in a week. And while I am enjoying the lack of tirades, perhaps I should buy him a tub of butter as a peace offering.

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A Ticked Off Rant

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Have we truly ceased the mental processing of information (a.k.a. “THINKING”) and resorted to sheer absurdity? Is it really necessary to be so obnoxiously loud?

I understand the desire to get one’s point across and wanting to gain the attention of the masses so they will come and do whatever it is you’re being loud about. Yet the continuous “Rah-Rah” sessions of buzzwords, catchphrases, and other such nonsense is rather a bit much. Perhaps it’s only me (wouldn’t be the first time), but I and my ears, not to mention my ever melting mind, are weary of being bombarded about going to “the NEXT LEVEL” and going “OVER THE TOP” and trying to be ever more “EXTREME” to the point that my mind simply chooses not to listen any longer.

Sadly, it’s not just advertisers who have elected this method of brainwashing. When the barrages of horrendously thunderous attempts at indoctrination begin and their over-used verbiage doth hang upon the tree of my desire like rotting pilchards nailed to a brick wall, my instinct is simply to walk away and find something suitably less irritating in which to participate.

From my days in college, learning about many things which I have long since forgotten, one of the few things that has always stuck with me was this lesson: “If your product or service is worthless, be loud. If your product or service is good, you don’t need to shout because it speaks for itself.”

I ventured forth considering where to spend a portion of my allotted Christmas Budget. I knew the product to be purchased and I entered one of the various establishments which proffered said object only to be bulldozed by the sheer volume of their displays (of electronics, for I was seeking to purchase a tablet). I was almost gang raped by several salespersons each attempting to scream louder than the rest that they were desirous of assisting me. Apparently, they were ready to assist me in going deaf or receiving my first aneurysm. I honestly could not get out of that torture chamber quickly enough and left a portion of my hearing behind.

Once my ears stopped bleeding, I found a rather quaint shop which advertised the desired product. The first thing I noticed upon entering was barely audible music and people speaking to each other in a reasonable tone. I browsed for several moments and was approached by a perfectly charming salesperson who won my business simply by saying (in a conversational tone), “Good Afternoon, may I be of service?” It was as if the storm had ended, the clouds parted, the sun shone brightly, and the angels sang “ taaaaaaaaaaahhhhhdaaaaaaaaaahh hhhh.”

As a footnote, I PROFUSELY thanked the salesperson, promised them all my future business in purchasing electronics, a pint of blood, what’s left of my hair, and a kidney, should they need it. That’s how pleasant the experience in a calm, inviting, and not over abused environment. To the LOUD, I have no use for, nor desire to enter, their presence.

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