“Good manners sometimes means
simply putting up with other people’s bad manners.”
H.Jackson Brown, Jr
I always worked with the public. First, as a hairdresser then managing a card and gift shop and many years in furniture sales. For the most part, people were nice, polite, and pretty easy to get along with. Of course, there were those few that could ruin a day in a matter of minutes if I let them.
When I was a hairdresser it was easy to weed out the difficult clients who never seemed pleased with my efforts. If they didn’t move on to another stylist on their own I simply told them I thought that perhaps they would be happier with another stylist. Usually, that did the trick and they would see someone else. But sometimes they would talk with me and we would come to understand each other better and continue our relationship with more patience.
Card and gift shop…most customers were pleasant and easy to get along with. Every once in a while there would be a problem but nothing big. After a couple of years, I quit because I was bored with the job and to be honest my good manners were not all that good at the end.
Furniture sales I loved. I learned a lot and had great clients. There were those few that were difficult but I understood that furnishing a room or house or office can seem overwhelming to some. For me, it was a fun challenge for the most part and I enjoyed the interaction with clients. Of course, there were problems and bad days with dissatisfied customers but rarely were their problems ones that couldn’t be solved. It just took time and patience and a little more work. It also helped that the management and staff were wonderful to work with.
In my working life, I did learn that sometimes bad manners happen and the best thing to do is not get upset and make the situation worse by responding with bad manners. When I was young, I started working at 17, I wasn’t the best-mannered person and often was offended when someone thought differently than me and bluntly let them know what I thought.
As they say…with age comes wisdom.
I learned to treat others as I would like to be treated
and to meet bad manners with good manners.
Makes the days, and people, nicer and more pleasant.
I am a day late with my Tuesday Chatter because I spent yesterday trying to put out fires, not literal fires metaphorical ones. It got my Yankee Irish in high gear then I didn’t have any brainpower left to post anything.
I don’t understand why people get so very upset over things that with a little conversation and some compromise can be fixed. I guess it is the word compromise that is the problem. In this instance, no one wants to compromise everyone wants it their way 100% refusing to discuss it in an adult way. Oh, they will “discuss” the issue loudly and with accusations, like children on a playground fighting over toys.
Anyway, I am trying to help find a middle ground that everyone can if not be whole-heartedly in agreement with at least accept what is decided and then act like well-behaved adults. The way some people are acting they need a sharp reprimand, their cell phones, computers and tech toys taken away then sent to their rooms.
End of rant!
I will chat again next week if I don’t explode before then.
When I was wondering what to chat about I got to thinking about being content.
The reason this is on my mind is because I was not content last night
and I woke up this morning in the same ugly mood. This is not my usual state.
I was in this mood because I had an appointment this morning
that I did not want to go to.
Because of my snotty state I cancelled the appointment and stayed home.
Now I have to reschedule the appointment.
This has not improved my mood.
I was unhappy with what was and now unhappy with what will be.
Socrates said it best
“He who is not contented with what he has,
would not be contented with what he would like to have.”
By my father when I was a kid.
He made it sound like it was an awful thing,
something to be embarrassed about
if you are caught doing it.
Well, I looked it up in the dictionary.
It’s not so awful.
is to look about or stare inquisitively with great curiosity.
That’s not so bad.
ubberneck also refers to tourists and sightseers.
Not a bad thing.
Then there is the definition;
ubberneckers are people who stare and gawk,
like spectators in a courtroom or at an accident.
That’s understandable but not nice.
And ubberneckers stare or gape,
especially in a naive or foolish manner.
I don’t like that at all.
But some days there is nothing else
to do so ubbernecking happens.
Or you see something that is interesting,
curious, odd and you can’t help but
stare, gape, gawk,
Have you had days when everything has gone
I have but it has been awhile so I know
a erflooey day is due.
Most of my erflooey days happen at work.
It usually starts first thing…even before I get to work.
I hit the snooze button too often and then I have to rush.
I hate rushed mornings!
Mornings are meant to be peaceful beginnings.
Then at work…it almost always starts with the computer.
Maybe you don’t know but computers are erflooey generators.
Then someone calls with bad news that I have to relay;
something is out of stock, discontinued, the order
was not received or shipped to the wrong place.
Someone needs information that will take hours
to compile and they need it now.
Of course, that news makes the computer go erflooey.
Then I forget to stop at the store for cat food on my way home
or I remember the cat food and forget the people food.
I get home and the elevator isn’t working
so it’s nine flights of stairs to walk up.
I want a relaxing bath and there is no hot water.
I get in my jammies and head for bed to find
that some cat has coughed up a hairball on my pillow.
Ready for sweet dreams and I can’t sleep because of all
the erflooey that happened.
The next morning I go for a walk and
all the erflooey stuff is forgotten.
All is right in my world again.