Excuse me everyone. Can I have your attention please?
As is the norm on my weekends, I have had yet another encounter with John Q. Public that I have found disturbing and a bit irritating. So at breakfast yesterday at Frank’s (anyone who has lived in Houston for any amount of time knows about Frank’s!), the new one on Westheimer between Kirkwood and Dairy Ashford, I ordered my usual; sausage and cheese omelet, half grits, half hash browns and biscuits.
Yes, I ordered it! I was hungry and it was 10:30 am and over 14 hours since I had eaten last, so there! So when our order came the waitress unceremoniously announced that they ran out of biscuits and asked did I want anything else… Read the rest of this entry »
Something was dropped in my spirit late last night and I couldn’t rest until I put it on paper.
I come across people going in and out of bad relationships, carrying baggage around with them until you can’t see them for the issues that they have. The most common is of course the old adage, “You caused me to have low self-esteem!” This is where my sympathetic ear turns jaded and I have to lay some things on the table and be real. This may hurt someone’s feelings, this may cause you to say that I am wrong and how could I even think that way, but know that the truth is the truth, rather you choose to believe it or not.
With every relationship, whether it be a friendship, familial bonds or romantic in nature (this includes “friends with benefits”- The most asinine of them all) emotions are always involved. This whole notion of being able to be in a relationship with someone without any attachments is people deluding themselves. Human beings are emotional creatures; we thrive on interaction, love and fulfillment of purpose. We have emotional tidal waves at the hint of weddings, births, deaths, commencements and the reaching of milestones. We anxiously await the day, the hour, the minute that our partner says those three words, “What time’s dinner?”… I jest; the words are “I love you”. It makes us feel complete and adored and emotionally vested in the relationship. But when good goes to bad and you begin to be mistreated (this goes for guys and ladies alike) the first words out of your mouth are, “He/she treats me so bad. But I know that he/she loves me and I him/her…” Then you start to make excuses for the aforementioned bad behavior. Here’s the truth I was talking about earlier: You DO NOT make excuses for someone’s mistreatment of you, you DO NOT tolerate being treated less than; doing so makes you an enabler. For the most part mistreatment of someone generally stems from one of two places, insecurity on their part and/or control issues, both of which show a lack of self-worth. Otherwise why would it make you feel good to mistreat and/or control someone? If I’m talking about you say “Ouch”.
Then the “You ruined my self-esteem” comment rears its ugly head and you are laying the fault for your lack of self-worth at someone else’s feet. No, pick that up and place the blame exactly where it belongs, back on you. Self-esteem is just that… the admiration and regard you feel for yourself. How you feel about you should not be predicated on someone’s feelings or lack thereof for or about you, nor should it be centered on those things in life that are fleeting ( situations, circumstances, people, places, things). The respect you have for yourself comes from a place of joy and contentment in your accomplishments, in how you view yourself in relation to what you want from life. Don’t get me wrong, life is full of heartache and disappointments and I’m the first to admit that being a little depressed when things don’t go the way you would have hoped, is completely ok. But don’t let that keep you in a place of despair and affect the way you see yourself. When you are stuck in a place where you know that you are not being treated right, in a place where you don’t feel comforted and secure and you say that you love the other person… take a second to think, who do you love more, them or you? This helped me once upon a time and I hope that you will take the lyrics to heart and do a little introspection.
Many times we all hear people talk about how much they can’t stand their haters, how they wish that they (haters) would go away, stop hating and get something of their own. I dislike haters as much as the next person but I have come to know that haters serve a purpose. What purpose do they serve you ask? It depends on your particular situation.
I am vocal, jovial and animated around those whom I am comfortable with. For everyone else I am quite reserved as I am observing and calculating whether or not it is a good idea to be the me that everyone else is accustomed to. Don’t get me wrong, I am always me, day in, day out, I will remain true to who I am. I just have a filter, some people get 20%, some get 50%, very few can handle much more than that!
That being said, tonight was sister time with my lovely lil’ sis/bestie. Of course being the fashionista that she is, Erica showed up looking casually fab! ( I was underwhelmed by my own work attire of khaki and denim, but I digress.) While enjoying drinks, each others company and conversation with a random oil rig worker from Canada, I eyed an old a#$ man, old enough to damn near be her grandfather eyeballing her, all while his wife was looking at her phone!! I looked at him looking at her and went into protective sister mode. His wife looked up and tried to cover up his creepy lurking by commenting on my sissy’s tattoo and attire. This set his wife off and this broad had the unmitigated gaul to start talking trash about MY sister!! Oh hell naw!!
This is where my filter went from 50% to 100% and she got the full brunt of who I can be! I unceremoniously told her to shut up talking about my family. I kindly informed her that she needed to check her husband, who was eye-banging my sis while she was busy looking at her phone, rather than making unfounded, ignorant and slanderous comments about my sister. (Alcohol had nothing to do with me confronting her, I protect mine sober or not)
The moral of the story my lovelies is this: Don’t think just because we are pretty and genial and laugh with people we meet at random that we will simply let anyone talk unmerited smack about us. We are ladies first so we won’t fight you physically, nor will we make a scene in public; but be prepared for a verbal assault if you are in the wrong. If you don’t start none, there won’t be none!
I work in Human Resources, I have for the last 7 years. I am a Sr. Generalist/Recruiter and everything in between. I am Mom, Sister, Therapist, Physician, Task Master and I love every minute of it! In saying that I see all kindsof things, adults, grown-a$@ people throwing temper tantrums, throwing things at each other, cussing ( not cursing but cussing) each other out and saying the most asinine things imaginable during the interview process.
So today, like most days, I brought Macie breakfast because otherwise she will be eating random things… like summer sausage and crackers or random produce that she pulles out of her purse. Out of the kindness of my dear, sweet little heart ( because I am a bubbly ray of sunshine coated in sweetness) I brought Shipley’s donut holes to share with the floor. For those of you who don’t know what Shipley’s is, it has to be the BEST donut place EVER! So I send an email to my wonderful coworkers “Byler” and “Tandy” ( I have changed the names to protect the guilty) letting them know that I had brought treats.
Me: I have donut holes @ my desk
“Byler”: You are evil…..down right evil.
Me: At least I brought holes rather than entire donuts…
“Byler”: Touché…
“Tandy” : Has the foolishness started already! I have already eaten (enough for the entire day). Thanks though!
I thought my logic was sound, donut holes are smaller and therefore less fattening but still delicious!! A few minutes after the above exchange, I hobbled ( I am having knee issues) over to their area and joked with “Tandy” about me being admonished for bring donut holes. She told me that she was too through with my foolishness, ragged on me about my knee brace and sent me on my way, laughing the entire time! I quipped that I was leaving anyway due to someone assaulting the snack machine, pouting and stomping off for good effect.
So another day begins filled with laughter, random emails and fake pouting on my part.
We all know that we spend an asinine amount of time at work, more than we spend with our loved ones. And in doing so at times we can become intertwined in our co-worker’s lives, we share stories, meals, break times and birthday cake. I have an “office” mate ( We live in cubicles across from each other) and her name is Macie, Mace for short and if she likes you. She has to be the cutest and most hilarious person I have ever worked with. She has this naivety about life at times and Googles EVERYTHING! One day it was raining baby zoo animals outside and I sent an email, while driving ( Yes, I know, don’t even start with me ) stating the following:
Me:
Good Morning All,
I am slowly making my way in, my neighborhood and quite a few side streets here in West Houston are flooding. Don’t worry, even if I have to turn my car into a pontoon boat I will be in! 🙂
Macie:
*googling: pontoon boat*
We are from the South, everyone in the South knows what a pontoon boat is, or so I thought anyway. We had a huge laugh over it and just added to the list of things that she Googles, like hooptie. ( No folks, she had no idea what a hooptie was) Yet even though she has a funny side, her nickname yesterday was “Heinz 57″ because she was being quite saucy. I mentioned off handily as I was walking away from my desk that I had a headache, she quipped ” You are a headache!” I nearly got whiplash spinning around and called her “Sauceboxx”! She just giggled and said she was in a mood.
With so much time spent away from home we are lucky, blessed even, to find people that make work life a little easier to bear. Here’s to everyday being an adventure and never quite knowing what Macie will Google next…
So, my day started off just down right crappy, as you all can tell from my first tweet of the day. As I trudged through my day, trying not to be downright depressed, my co-workers made me laugh from a place that I thought I had long forgot. I can honestly say that the ladies that I work with are a group unlike any other! They are hilariously funny, supportive and we keep each other from going crazy on everyone else. To my ladies in HR, and you know who you are, my first drink at happy hour this week will be raised to you!
I felt a need and pulling on my soul to write something today that may touch someone. I overheard someone saying in the office one day ( I work in a cubicle farm so you can overhear almost EVERYTHING a certain someone says… Posting about that person to come later) that they wanted to be famous, even if it was for something really bad, at least their name would be known. It got me to thinking that their desire to be famous/known/recognized isn’t really all that uncommon.
Everyone wants to be admired, even the most basic creature does things to draw the attention of others; fireflies flash lights in a beautiful display, male peacocks splay their azure hued feathers proudly. Today it seems that everyone wants to be famous, even for the innocuous things. Reality TV stars are having random and staged encounters with John Q Public on national television, fighting, cursing, semi-nude, or beleaguered; movie stars who are making millions of dollars per picture, music sensations touring the world and posing in designer fashions. Everyone wants to be seen and revered, fawned over and adored. And yet, the most prolific and famous person of any generation past, current or to come, was the exact opposite. Read the rest of this entry »
Ok, so I have an issue with the improper use of certain things. I am soo tired of opening the refrigerator at work and finding an ocean of shopping bags; Nordstrom’s, Victoria’s Secret, Bath & Body Works, etc. Unless you are chilling your panties there is no reason to have a Victoria’s Secret bag in the fridge!! Please, people get a lunch kit. It is improper to carry your keys, pens, work folders and a picture of your cat in a tore up Ralph Lauren bag with a hole in the corner!
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Don’t Stand So Close To Me… The Remix
Happy Sunday my Lovelies!
* Steps up to the mic, clears throat*
Excuse me everyone. Can I have your attention please?
As is the norm on my weekends, I have had yet another encounter with John Q. Public that I have found disturbing and a bit irritating. So at breakfast yesterday at Frank’s (anyone who has lived in Houston for any amount of time knows about Frank’s!), the new one on Westheimer between Kirkwood and Dairy Ashford, I ordered my usual; sausage and cheese omelet, half grits, half hash browns and biscuits.
Yes, I ordered it! I was hungry and it was 10:30 am and over 14 hours since I had eaten last, so there! So when our order came the waitress unceremoniously announced that they ran out of biscuits and asked did I want anything else… Read the rest of this entry »
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Posted by grahamcrackercrumbs09 on June 10, 2012 in Grinds My Gears, Random Thoughts and Humor, Social Commentary
Tags: Breakfast, Food, Humor, Life, Manners, Miscellaneous, People, Personality, Random Thoughts, Social, Tanesha Graham