Happy Tuesday My Lovelies!!

I have been absent, as seems to be my modus oporandi here lately, as life has swept me up and dropped me far, far from where I originally started.  As I come up on the 1 year anniversary of starting this blog I feel the innate need to give you another “Grinds My Gears” segment.  So here goes:

Anyone with a job, anyone who works in Corporate America or in any office for that matter, will tell you that there is always some inane chit chat going around the cube farm about who does and doesn’t wash their hands after using the restroom.   There is always some commentary about certain people’s personal hygiene or lack there of.  Personally, I stay far, far away from office gossip, pandering and bs; I could probably care less about Bob, Becky or Jenny’s failure to wash their hands, as long as they aren’t touching anything on my desk and I avoid all food from those with “questionable” hygiene practices.  What really grinds my gears is that these same people who deride and speak ill of those Filthy-McNasties that lack proper hand washing etiquette and home training, are the same ones who go into the restroom and put their bare asses on a public toilet!!  ( Yea I said it!!  You know full well that you were thinking it but are scared to give your thoughts voice… it’s OK, this is why I’m here… LMAO).  How in blue blazes are you going to talk about Jim Bob not using soap when you sure as hell didn’t use a sani-seat cover, line the seat with 2 layers of tp OR wipe the seat down with Clorox Wipes or hand sanitizer?  Did you happen to sanitize your bottom before gracing the seat with its presence?  No, no you didn’t!  But you have the mitigated gall to balk at someone not using Purrel, soap or washing their hands at all!!  You are all Flithy-McNasties!  They are for the lack of common courtesy to departicalize (I love my made up words) their hands and you are for putting your personal McNasty particles on a seat for someone else to pick up!!  See, I come from a different school of thought and training  that says that you DO NOT put any part of you on a public commode unless it is a dire emergency and you sure as heck don’t put your nekked behind on it!!  Strong thigh muscles are developed for just such occasions.

There is this old gospel song that my mom used to play that said, “Sweep around your own front door before you try to sweep around mine…”.  Before you pass judgement on someone’s peccadilloes (if you don’t know this word, please consult the book of knowledge, aka the Oxford Dictionary- Thank you Mr. Lyngar! – Only my Health Professions classmates will get this reference) look at your own questionable behavior… you might just keep  someone saying some of the same things about you that you spew about others.  Food for thought

Blessings and Happiness Always

T. Nicole