I want to open a spice/herb shop.
A place where I can grow some lavender, sage, thyme, rosemary. You know some good ol' staples.
I would like to be able to help provide a space for others to purchase hard to find spices from "home" where ever home may have been.
I haven't quite figured out what supply will actually carry the overhead. I have some serious researching to do.
So I'm learning how to move beyond a passive-aggressive attack.
That's all I want to say about it. I don't like the lesson and I'll be happy when it's done.
You know what I hate about working in the service industry; the old industry standard that the customer is always right. When that customer is abusing the structure of a position they first need to remember that the person standing in front of them is human. They are not some object. They have been instructed to follow a set of guidelines; it is their job duty to do so. They are not trying to shaft you or give you an unfair deal. Again they are following the guidelines that have been set forth for them.
I will stand up for my human rights ahead of my employment rights every time. I refuse to cower in fear that I will lose my job for standing up for myself. I will not be told how to do my job because a ‘sister’ property does not follow the same procedure. I do not work there and do not have the same manager. I am following the rules that my manager has asked of me. I will not be told how to do my job when you do not have a decade or more experience behind this desk. I do not come to your job and question the policies and procedures your boss has laid out for you. Stay on down the road in the roach infested place where bums fear to tread. Stay on down the road in the shiny brand new location where the robotic staff and plastered smiles greet you to stay. Please do. Either of those places will be worth your stay.
Now… if you can grant me the decency to treat me as a human being I will be more than happy in assisting you into a room. Otherwise climb the fuck OFF! You will not abuse the economic en-slavery we are ALL subject to in this building. The customer is not always right.
*Disclaimer: I’ll concede their righteousness 80% of the time. Yet, this is not one of those times.
I've started to dream new dreams. Perhaps old themes but new environments, new surroundings with a new cast of characters.
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The understanding that I have of logic and physics tells me that when the person who hit my dog this evening in a residential area driving too fast was probably very painful for Abby and I can only hope that she did not suffer.
I am pissed off. I am hurt and I want to lash out. I want to scream. I want to stop crying. I want to punch someone. I want to know that they understand that they killed her. I want to know that they took an aspect of my life away from me. An aspect that I loved. I loved that she was so excited to see me everyday even if it had only been a few minutes since last seeing me. I loved that she bit at the back of my heels behind me and was never far behind. I loved that she slept next to me until she was too hot. I loved that I was her human. How can anyone not appreciate the unconditional love of their pet?
I can still hear the cars driving 50 - 60 -75 in a 35 mph zone! Why are/were you driving too fast? Why? Why does your 'problem" trump my/our dogs/pets/children safety? What if she had been a child in the road? Then I would have the right to prosecute for a hit and run.
The only evidence I have is the (barely discernible) blood spattered collar that is bent and scratched.
Thank you goddess for having friends who gathered her and helped me bury her.
I am trying to remember that others have lost far more. Even so I am still hurt.
I knew the risks for where I live and her propensity for exiting the back yard. I had hoped for many more opportunities to outwit her.
My baby girl is gone.
I swear off animals (pets). NO more. Not unless I become disciplined enough to train them to stay out of the road no matter what.
I am awake because of a dream.
I kept dreaming that I found this note at work that stated I can see you.
I have sufficiently given myself the heebeegeebies over the dream as coincidentally I didn't get my door closed last night and the dog kept going to get water. Thus twice I woke with it open.
It is more than just the dream.
I read something about the supernatural and it has been just enough to keep me on edge. I am frustrated with myself as I am stuck in the middle of not wanting to know about it and finding sufficient evidence that it's all just neural activity anyway. I care not for proof either way as I'd like to err on the side of no experience.
I keep freaking myself out and I want to stop.
I care not for this experience and I just want to have enough courage to pee in the middle of the night.
Customer service is no longer what it used to be.
When one has a customer using fear tactics of lost business the debater in me refuses to budge. Upon further investigation the name nor rate can be found at the sister properties he stated. (although I am still uncertain what the name was exactly...started with a W).
I know that it is touted that the golden rule of customer service is that they are always right. However, I claim when they take advantage of the situation and threaten you they are no longer right. At one point in time it was imperative to gain every customer one could.
The most frustrating part is that we are limited on what kind of rate that can be offered. I let him know that where my floor limit was and he wanted $20 lower.
I'm sorry but when our corporate office is writing emails requesting us to raise our rates I feel justified in letting him know that he would have to talk to our Sales director to negotiate a rate.
The fact that he became angry tells me that he does not understand business and was just throwing his weight around.
Still he is an example of why the customer is not always right. If he had a contract rate with us to begin with he would know our procedrues were. Here is one moment that I wish I would have written the information down so that I could contact them and let them know they have a disagreeable employee. Jackass- that is.
I'm sorry but I will not cave to an appeal to fear of loosing your business. The world is much larger than it once was. We cannot please everyone. I will try to accomodate you as best I can.
You'll get a whole lot farther if you just say please and thank you. Obviously his momma never told him so.
I moved out of the camper at the first of July.
Prior to that I met the gentleman who writes me poetry and calls me everyday. I feel safe enough to cry in his arms or over the phone, which is more often than not.
I have been having these nightmares about being fired. Not exactly certain but realize it's fear based because there is no valid reason for me being fired. I am saddened by the corporate 'vision' the yes man position I currently hold is suppose to take. I get the 'no longer being employed' symbolism of the dreams.
As I am a normal human I fear change but know that I have to resolve my differences or start looking for a different job.
I am in no hurry and I want to find something that is fulfilling and not just a paycheck. It might be time to create the job I have been looking for. Just not certain I have a clear enough vision yet for what that might be.
I was in a pool area wiith someone and Paul came into the picture. We are then laying there and I look over and state and then you will talk with me. He says no. I state then I can not do this. He then gets out of the pool and I follow him to as he is still talking-reminicing and such. He is shrinking as we go along and climbs into a cupboard and slowly transforms into a goat and curls up like a dog or cat round and round and settles down to sleep. I look to someone else in the room and state "how cute look at him sleeping".
Wake up...
