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{July 21, 2015} Did I say something? You bet I did!

You bet your sweet bippie!

I’ve talked to you about customer service before. Tonight, I was at a team dinner for work and I encountered some poor customer service from my server. It was poor enough that my coworkers noticed and said something to me.

When we got there, I asked for a vegan menu, they didn’t have one and there were no vegan options on the menu. Ok, par for the course, I am used to it, it happens. When it was time to order, I jimmied a dish to fit what I wanted. I also ordered a salad to start.

The salad arrived at the same time as my main meal, it was sautéed veggies on a bed of rice. When it arrived, there were tomatoes in the dish, I had told her that I was allergic and there was a red sauce on it, I asked what it was…siracha! Oh my! On me was the fact that I did not ask what the sauce/seasoning would be. My coworkers laughed when they heard siracha! They know me so well!

When she took the plate back towards the kitchen was the first time she had a visible reaction. My back was to the kitchen, but everyone else could see into the kitchen with the chef’s having a wee bit of a cow over my new request.

The issue was that every time the server came to the table and I asked a question, she rolled her eyes. It wasn’t even subtle, forget the eye roll, you could see it in her body language! If it was once, ok, maybe I’d let it slide, but every time? Even when I asked a question about the amount of time I needed to steep my tea, really?

Before I left, I went to the front podium and ask to speak with a manager. I explained the situation to her, she said she would say something. Your job is customer service and just because I didn’t agree with something or I wanted something sent back, it’s not a reflection of you or your work, but come on, no matter how mad you are, hide it!

So, there you go.

{July 20, 2015} A “Working Girl” moment

I never thought it would happen, but I had a “Working Girl” moment!

I got back to my hotel after being away for a few days away and I took a chance to leave them without anyone watching them or checking on their food and litter. A big chance.

The food was fine, most of it was still there, and the litter box, well…it was full, let’s leave it at that. Well, I needed to mop the floor and I didn’t want to do it in the dress I wore to work today, so I took off the dress and was just wearing my under things and shoes, wedges.

It wasn’t that exciting, but it cracked me up.

Yup, that’s about it.

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0096463/?ref_=nv_sr_1

{July 19, 2015} When I forget to ask…I pay for it

My intolerance to dairy has gotten so bad, I have to ask if there is dairy in almost everything. And if I forget…I pay for it.

If I know someone is going to hurt, I had better really want it. If I don’t know something has dairy in it and I don’t ask, I’m in trouble.

I am inspired by the fact that I ate something I assumed was all fruit and as I sit here in agony, I think this was not the case.

I got a fresh peach ice pop, not thinking to ask if there was dairy because the others I have had before were fine. Shame on me, especially as I sit here I’m agony with cramping and intense nausea, more than normal, when referring to my nausea.

Lesson learned, the hard way…ask, ask, ask.

{July 18, 2015} It’s amazing the things we will share

It really is amazing the information that we will share with each other.

Think about it, a friend tells you something in confidence, do you share it, or do you keep it yourself? If you’re a good friend you keep it yourself, of course. That’s one type of information that we share.

There is TMI type of information otherwise known as “Too Much Information” for those of you not in the know…maybe a little bit more about their medical procedure than you ever wanted to know.

But then there’s other type of information that we want to know, such as how things are going, did you hear from that boy, did the girl say she likes you back.

There’s other kinds of information that someone not in the conversation would look at you and think eewe, Oh my goodness or what is your problem! But because you know the situation you’re excited for that person even when they tell you something gross.

Perfect example, years ago when one of my cats are still alive, I got an electric cat box, the kind where the arm comes up and down to sweep away their business, because I needed something that would take care of the litter and the smell quickly. I had a cat who was about 10 years old and set in her ways and I didn’t know how she would deal with the change. I brought the box home set it up and she used it.

Here comes the TMI information, I called my mom and I said “we have poopy!” It wasn’t the fact that she had pooped, it was the fact that she took to something new, and used it like she was supposed to and that was the part that please me oh so much.

Now, to anyone else this may seem like an inane and disgusting conversation but since I had been a little worried about it, it was important to me that she used the box and my mom knew that I was worried about it so I could share the information with her. And in that case it was not as disgusting as it sounds.

That being said, I was inspired to write this post because a friend texted me something that someone else might think “ick, that’s gross” but it excited us both.

Is there anything you’d like to share with me? I’ll keep your secret. I don’t judge

{July 18, 2015} Hugs can heal

Is there a truer statement?

When something is wrong, sometimes a hug makes everything better. When I got off the phone with a friend who had surgery on Wednesday and I knew she was ok, I walked back in to the office and asked two people for a hug, for good news, that worked.

There are so many different reasons we might need a hug…good news, bad news, scraped knees, bumped heads, just because. Do you love hugs as much as I do?

There are also different types of hugs…side hugs, from behind, pick me up hugs, full on front facing hugs, parent to child, sibling to sibling, friends, family, you name it, there is a hug for every situation!

How about you, want a hug? I do!

{July 15, 2015} Common courtesy

I say hello, what do you say back? I say good morning, what do you say back?

This morning, as I was leaving my hotel room, I saw one of the housekeepers and I said good morning how are you. Her response back was “fine thank you”.

This was a perfectly acceptable response to my question, but the way I was raised was if someone inquires about your health or how you are you should do the same in return. I’m not asking for a 20 minute conversation just a common courtesy, “Hi, how are you?” “Great how are you?”

When I go down to the front desk, and I speak to the staff there we have a dialogue, because we’ve gotten to know each other a little bit…they know my name I know their name, but if your entire conversation with me is one sided I’m not going to be able to get to know you. And if I’m going to be somewhere for 6 to 8 months or more I like to get to know the people around me the people who help me so I can say thank you.

So, I say to you. “Hello, how are you?”

This reminded me of Paula & Carol in the Magic Garden, a show we used to watch as kids. There is a great hello song, you can jump to 4:50. Enjoy! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6JsgMxqAFBc

{July 14, 2015} What do you see?

Do you sit and look at the clouds?

Like when you were little? Or younger, I should say. Did you ever sit there or lie on the ground and just stare into the sky at the clouds? Stare at the clouds and imagine the shapes of the clouds are different things.

Did you see Winnie the Pooh? Did you see a dragon? An airplane? A dog? A cat? A shark?

Whatever you saw, you used your imagination and that’s what counts. Are you still using it when you look at the sky? On a road trip…I do.

Do you see the shark?

{July 13, 2015} Why am I watching this?

Botched.

This is a show about botched plastic surgeries and the two famous plastic surgeons these people go to, to help correct the botched surgeries which in turn helps with their attitude, outlook, and their self esteem, etc.

I discovered this show a while back, but didn’t watch it. A few months ago I was flipping channels, as I am apt to do when I am in the hotel and brain dead after work sometimes.

I had completely forgotten about it until tonight, when I got back from dinner and it was on, so of course, I had to watch. No, I didn’t have to, but it felt like it.

Why am I watching this? I don’t want to see actual surgery, it’s kind of grody, but…would I have plastic surgery if I could? If money was no object?

what am I doing? why am I watching this!

http://www.eonline.com/shows/botched

{July 12, 2015} Making new friends

This weekend I made a new friend.

And I got to know a new friend better and it was great. Let me explain.

This weekend PSM and I went up to the house in New Hampshire to do some hiking and hang out with some friends who were having a girls weekend there. One of the women, DTN, I had met in February when PSM and I went skiing one of those weekends, it was great meeting his friends, they treasure him so very much.

This weekend DTN came up to the house with one of her oldest friends, we happened to get there a little before they did, and when they arrived, it was a chance to catch up since we hadn’t seen each other in a few months and that was great. I also got to know her friend, C, and that was a lot of fun.

PSM said something interesting. Here I am with these two women, one I didn’t know before Friday and by Sunday morning, we were fast friends, we had a lot to talk about and I had learned things about both of them in a short time, something it would take him years, he was amazed that we could do that. That’s women for ya!

A great weekend, a new friend was made, getting to know an “old” new friend, what could be better!

{July 11, 2015} My sister, my hero

Tonight, I just want to spotlight my sister.

I’ve told you a little about my sister, GES, but I haven’t given you all the details about certain things. I know I’m the blogger/writer in the family, but tonight, I want to share an article that she wrote, about how she told her young children about cancer.

Tonight, she gets the spotlight, my admiration and my love, well, the last two she gets all the time!

How I Told My Young Children I Had Cancer

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