For almost four years now, I’ve been responsible for handling time cards for a handful of people in my office. I collect their leave slips, their tracked overtime forms, and their travel compensation requests. I check their claimed time against the reports and our attendance report prior to getting all their paperwork signed by our Branch Chief and submitted to D.C. I do this every two weeks, and in the nearly four years that I’ve been completing this task, I’ve only made one mistake which was 50% the fault of the employee submitting paperwork (he forgot a few things, so his leave was a bit screwy for one pay period). It’s a glamorous job, I know.
Due to some issues in the states we assist, which are insanely boring and zero fun to discuss, we have a few people who travel for weeks at a time all over the country. Their absence means that they either have to submit their time card to me while on the road or get it to me before they depart. Easy, right? The first time around, half of them completely forgot about it and had to scramble to fax everything over to me by the cut off time. I’d like to tell you that particular problem has worked itself out, but they still forget on a regular basis, and I’m currently still chasing down one time card submission from an angry guy twenty feet away from me that’s been ignoring my requests. It boggles my mind; when my time card is due, it’s signed and submitted first thing in the morning. I want to get paid on time and paid properly.
Lately, our traveling employees have been trying to be good about submitting their time cards early so I have them on file and ready to go when they are due. Unfortunately, this has also proven to be an incredible challenge. Because many of them work late hours and are still hanging around when I’m gone for the day, I’m not always at my desk when they get ready to turn in their paperwork. Most just leave it on my keyboard or in my chair, but some are less cautious to let papers with their social security number just lie around. Sometimes they give it to my boss (who often loses it, as his office is a crazy black hole filled with random papers and empty coffee cups). Other times they leave it with whoever also happens to be in the office, giving an unsuspecting person a responsibility they likely do not want.
My solution for the crowd that submitted paperwork when I was away and wasn’t comfortable leaving it out was to simply scan and email the documents to me. Every part of my office has a scanner that takes the document straight to a convenient folder on the shared drive. It takes me about five minutes to scan and email all 13 of the time cards I currently process, and that includes time waiting on Outlook to catch up and time spent naming the documents before scanning. To me, this was the best solution in keeping time cards secure while still ensuring I received them. But sadly this has proven to be impossible for one special person. She acts as if I haven’t requested she do this three times in the past (four counting today) and continues to needlessly make my life difficult and jeopardize her own pay by not ensuring that accurate information has been received.
Putting the paperwork together for each time card is very easy and takes only a few moments; I do it for my boss every two weeks. None of our employees are new to the process and confused about how things work. And I don’t care who you are, no one is too busy to take two minutes and complete a couple forms to make sure they get their paycheck on time and in full. My special case constantly waits until the last possible second to submit her paperwork, meaning that she often drops by after 4pm on Fridays when I’m already gone. This is the fourth time she has made her time card an issue by submitting it late, giving it to the wrong person (who thankfully is one of the good ones around here and kept it safe), and ignoring my requests that would ensure I received everything I needed on time.
Most of these people are old enough to be my parent, have worked here for years, and are competent enough to hold their position successfully. They have homes, bills, and other adult responsibilities. They manage to feed themselves while at work every day and always sprint down to the main office when we have a pitch-in or free donuts. And still, EVERY time and without fail, I am chasing half of them down up until the last second to get their time card paperwork so they can get paid. If they fail, I must submit either a basic card for them (80 hours straight pay, no overtime or comp time recorded) or I must submit a card with only the leave I am able to track from their leave slips, if any. This obviously leads to errors in pay that can sometimes take a month to fix. My job is complete so long as each employee has a time card, so my insistence on timeliness and accuracy is solely for their benefit.
I’ve begun to be a tad less understanding with these folk when it comes to their inability to follow simple directions. I hate to come off as bitchy, but being nice isn’t working so a more direct approach is much needed. The feedback I’ve received from my special case’s supervisor is positive, but who knows if she’ll actually have it sink in or if I’ll just be frustrated once again two weeks from now. As much as I’d love to quit playing babysitter to these people, I can’t help but go out of my way to help, as I know how pay issues can really screw a person up. Keeping my fingers crossed that one of these days, they act like they care about their paychecks as much as I do.
One of the benefits of being in a committed, long-term relationship is the comfort that comes with being accepted and loved for who you truly are. Having a partner who listens to and tries to understand and empathize with you is key to a successful relationship.
According to eHarmony.com, “intimacy is developed through each person’s ability to be open about how they are feeling and what they want.” Typically, being emotionally open comes more naturally to women, simply because of cultural expectations that women talk more, develop bonds more easily, and are encouraged to show their feelings more frequently than men. It is important for both members of a relationship, however, to feel safe when having conversations that involve sharing feelings, desires, and concerns.
Opening up and allowing yourself to be vulnerable is a scary thing. Partly, this is because you are setting yourself up for potential heartbreak. If you reveal yourself fully to someone, you are giving that person the power to hurt you. Furthermore, a breakup with someone with whom you felt a deep bond, with someone who knew you well, hurts much more than a breakup with someone you didn’t reveal the deepest parts of yourself to. But there’s the rub: in order to have a successful, long-lasting relationship, vulnerability is key. As pointed out by PsychCentral.com, “a willingness to be vulnerable is a significant feature of lasting relationships—ones in which partners are allies, not foes.”
Here are some tips to help encourage honesty and openness in your relationship:
Set Aside Time for Talking
Sometimes, couples fully intend and want to talk about their feelings and open up the lines of communication with one another, but they lead such busy lives that it can be hard to find the time. Choose one night a month to not watch TV, to make a nice dinner, split a bottle of wine, and just give time to one another. Be sure to address any issues you’ve noticed and really talk about how you’re feeling on these mini date nights.
Listening is just as important as sharing. Make it clear to your partner that you want to hear how he or she is feelings. Also, you should be alert for signs of emotional distress so that you’re ready to ask how he or she is feeling, and then really listen to the response.
Explore and Share in the Bedroom
Sex and sexual intimacy are as important as emotional intimacy in relationships. Talking about fantasies, being communicative during and about sex, and being willing to try new things in bed are key features of a healthy sex life. To keep things fresh, why not try role-playing? If not that, how about bringing a toy into the bedroom? In terms of the latter, one reviewer at Adameve.com writes of a couples’ toy, “This was great! My husband and I love this…”. Being open and honest about sex is not only important for the health of your relationship; it’s fun, too!
Though it can be difficult or scary at times, really opening up and being vulnerable with your partner can take your relationship to a whole new level. And if you’ve been together for a long time already, keeping those lines of communication open is key for the maintenance of your already-strong relationship.
Kristin Armstrong is a school teacher and writer who majored in psychology in college. One of her favorite topics to write or talk about is relationships. She has a wonderful husband and a dachshund named Jerry.
I am a very emotional person. I am deeply affected by the opinions and words of other people, assuming they are a person who matters to me in some way. My mother was not exactly the nicest person on Earth, which may or may not have something to do with the fact that I’m ultra sensitive to criticism. I was bullied growing up, but virtually everyone can say the same thing, so I’m doubtful that has anything to do with it either. I don’t obsess over what people’s opinions of me are, but I will get crazy over someone I love pointing out something negative about it, especially if it’s done so it the wrong way. I drive myself batshit crazy.
I’m not entirely prepared to place blame fully on myself, however. If a random stranger at the mall tells me I’m a moron, I’ll wonder what crawled up their ass and move on with my day with a laugh or some confusion. If someone whose opinion I value decides to tell me that I’m being an idiot, I’m going to take that comment and dwell on it for far too long. I’m going to waste time trying to figure out exactly why they said it, what I did to deserve that, and whether or not they were trying to hurt me. I’m going to wonder why they think I deserve to be spoken to in that manner. I’ll allow it to get under my skin and fester. People who I care about generally care about me in return. And people who care about me shouldn’t be hurtful towards me, right?
I would love to spend 24 hours as one of those people who never seem to let anything bother them. You can scream in their face and they’ll just move on with their day as if nothing happened. I’d love to let things roll right off my back like water off a duck. Trust me, I’ve tried time and time again to let things go and not let them get to me. It never works. As a result, I become incredibly frustrated with people who don’t ever let things affect them visibly. The more emotional I get, the more calm they are, and it’s beyond frustrating. Do they even care? Or is it simply that I get too involved and lose focus while they are reacting rationally and not allowing setbacks to ruin their day in the way I do?
I don’t know how to change myself (or even if I can) and I certainly can’t change anyone else, so I’m facing a brick wall. The only way I was able to get over my own mother throwing hateful things my way is to eventually become numb to it and to cut her out of my life; I only hear from her now when she feels like sending a hateful email my way, which I can choose to ignore. Obviously becoming fully numb and/or cutting people out of my life is hardly a healthy option when it comes to dealing with being overly emotional. And yes, I’ve asked people to speak to me differently, but I can’t change their nature, nor can I expect them to change for me, so that isn’t a reliable solution either. I’m simply stuck.
I’ve tried removing myself from situations when I feel myself getting hurt when I probably shouldn’t, but all it does is frustrate me when the other person simply goes about their business while I’m sat somewhere being miserable. I’ve tried relaxing, taking some deep breaths, having a good cry, or trying to distract myself in some fashion. Nothing seems to do a damn bit of good. If I’m doomed to be a touchy time bomb for the rest of my life, I need to find some decent coping mechanisms. Writing this is helping a bit, taking a walk immediately afterwards will help as well, but what happens when I’m done with those two things and back here sitting alone with my thoughts?
I was put on medication briefly to manage anxiety, but both myself and my doctor decided it wasn’t right for me (it numbed me to the point of not caring about anything, which isn’t exactly healthy). I’ve gone to therapy a few times, which stressed me out even more. I’ve tried meditation, along with a number of other recommended ways to relax and let things go. As you can tell, I’ve had no luck. I’m always going to try; this blog was started because I needed an outlet and a way to get my emotions in check. But maybe everyone else needs to try as well. Maybe think before telling someone they’re useless when you know they take it to heart. Maybe don’t treat someone with the same lack of delicacy as you like to be treated because you’re two different people and you don’t require the same things.
Or maybe I’m wrong and it’s fully my problem to sort out. The thing is, I have no earthly idea about that or any of this. I’m lost beyond words, and a little frustrated that I’m nearly 900 words deep and still not feeling any better. I’m hurt. I’m annoyed that I’m hurt and even more annoyed that it doesn’t seem to matter to anyone but myself. And what annoys me the most is that it would just take a few kind words to make me feel better, but I have little to no hope of hearing those words from the person I want to. So here I sit, and nothing changes.
I don’t do this holiday, but I do enjoy a good laugh. Here are a few things that made me giggle.
To my wonderful husband, I love you to pieces! I’m looking forward to a fantastic dinner at home tonight and a kick ass weekend with you. You are my heart.
Have a fantastic Valentine’s Day!!
Last week, my husband and I stumbled upon a segment on the radio that hit a nerve. The two hosts were discussing a woman who I’ll call Stacy, as they did not reveal her name. The hosts were contacted by Stacy’s friend, Candy, who was seeking advice about a possible legal issue. According to Candy, Stacy and her boyfriend went to a bar one night where the boyfriend was “feeding her Long Islands.” Stacy became incredibly intoxicated and the next thing she knows, she is waking up naked in her boyfriend’s apartment with absolutely no recollection of how she arrived there.
Candy went on to say that Stacy then asked her boyfriend what had happened. He was not only unconcerned, he raved about how wonderful and amazing the night had been. Stacy was horrified that she could not recall any details of this amazing sex she apparently had, which is why she confided in Candy. Let me also add that Candy did confirm that Stacy and her boyfriend had in fact been intimate before; they appeared to be living together and this was hardly the first time that the two had engaged in intercourse or any other type of sexual activity. Candy decided that Stacy needed to report this night to the police because it was clear that she was raped.
Now please tell me, am I clueless, insensitive, or simply stupid? Because I cannot look at this situation and see it as rape, not even a little bit. First of all, no one “feeds” you drink after drink; you choose to drink and choose to get drunk. You can’t sneak drinks into people. It would be different if Stacy was drugged in some fashion, but she wasn’t. She chose to get drunk with a man she seemed to trust. Second, a blurry night with your significant other is something that has happened to a lot of us. I get drunk with my husband. I’ve never lost an entire evening, but I have experienced tidbits of memory failure here and there where I won’t recall how we got from one point to the next. If you drink and drink heavily for an evening, it is bound to happen. If it happens frequently, you should not be drinking.
Stacy couldn’t remember stopping for snacks at Taco Bell, couldn’t recall how she got home, and couldn’t remember the great sex she had with her boyfriend. This does not equal a rape. Candy was convinced that Stacy was in fact blacked out and her boyfriend forced himself on her. If so, then I would agree that it was rape since she was unable to consent whatsoever and was obviously unaware of the activities. But if Stacy was simply blitzed and having a blast with her equally drunk boyfriend, then this was just two people who had an intimate relationship and decided to drink way too much and end the night with sex. That IS NOT RAPE.
Candy eventually admitted that she had been raped in the past, something she is obviously still traumatized from. Perhaps she looked at Stacy’s situation, saw her own experience in it, and now desires her friend to seek out the justice that she never received. Candy didn’t go to the police, but Stacy still can. But is it even justified? Maybe the boyfriend is a real dirtbag and maybe he did try to persuade Stacy to drink too much so she’d loosen up and be more fun in the bedroom. But maybe not. There is nothing here that suggests rape and it is an insult to women who do get raped to throw around the word like it’s nothing.
I’m not going to throw a personal rape story in here for you now because it’s simply none of your business. I will say that rape comes in many forms and sometimes, you have to leave it up to the victim when it comes to reporting the crime or staying silent. Imagine what the police would do with Stacy. There is no proof. No trauma. No bruising or cuts or evidence of violence. No drugs. Nothing illegal outside of driving while intoxicated. What can they do with her, other than hit her with a barrage of questions, prod away at her life, and possibly traumatize her for real with the circus that is reporting a sex crime? If she woke up with a black eye and torn clothing, it’d be one thing, but that was not the case here.
Don’t get me wrong, I fully believe that rapes should be reported as quickly as possible both so the victim can be cared for and so the perpetrator can be arrested. No one on this Earth should get away with violating another person in such a manner. But it’s a dangerous thing to do what Candy has done and automatically assume rape in situations where it does not exist. It’s dangerous to assume that every female who claims they can’t remember the night before has been raped. It’s unfair to automatically make men into evil sex-crazed monsters when they’re honestly not doing anything wrong.
Rape should be taken seriously, of course. Part of taking it seriously means not seeing rape where it doesn’t exist. You can’t claim rape because you regret a decision to sleep with another and want to feel guilt-free about it, and you can’t assume your friends have been raped simply because their situation vaguely reminds you of your own. Rape is a heavy word and the accusation hits hard. I cannot begin to imagine how terrible it would be if I was accused of such a crime when all I did was have sex with the person I loved (or lusted).
We also need to be responsible ourselves. When rape happens, it is not the fault of the victim; there is no “she was asking for it” BS that the assailant gets to claim. That said, we have a responsibility to ourselves to take steps to keep ourselves safe. Maybe that means not drinking to excess. Maybe it means having a wingman/woman around you to ensure you make it home safely and alone. Maybe it means avoiding certain areas or people. Just because rape isn’t the fault of the victim doesn’t mean that we have to act like victims. If Stacy had just quit drinking after two or three Long Islands, she would have remembered the trip to Taco Bell, the drive home, and the maybe not-so-hot sex in the bedroom. Or on the flipside, she would have remembered her boyfriend being far too pushy, holding her down, and ignoring her pleas. Either way, the question of Was It or Wasn’t It wouldn’t exist, and she wouldn’t currently be struggling to find the truth.
My husband told me about this quote earlier today and it made me smile like an idiot. In the last few months, I’ve seen royalty checks from my ebooks (under a pen name; don’t bother asking what it is) and I’ve finally had money hit my bank account directly from this blog. I ended up using those funds for groceries and Christmas gifts, but it was money earned off of my writing all the same that helped put food on the table and gave me a cushion so I wasn’t worried about rent or other bills. I have been getting paid to spout of nonsense and I couldn’t be happier.
Writing has always been a passion of mine. While I often stumble in conversations or in any public speaking scenario, my thoughts always flow freely when my fingers are dancing across a keyboard. I used to make money in college by writing papers for other students; what took them hours was 20 minutes of easy work for me. I always got As in English classes and could bullshit my way through any test with essay questions. My parents used to task me to write poems for family members for various occasions; one of my poems scored me an A in drama class for a dramatic read, and it was also the last time I ever shared my poetry with anyone. Writing can be very personal for me or a means to an end, but either way it makes me feel passion and makes me feel alive.
I am by no means trying to say I’m a huge talent, a big success, or anything else along those lines. I’m just some chick with a blog who went and threw a couple of ebooks on Amazon and hoped to not be crucified by the general public. I have no idea what I’m doing and no idea what the hell I’ll do in the future outside of continuing to put words to paper in one place or another. As much as I’d love to turn my passion into my career, I don’t know what avenue to pursue, how to start, or even if I possess enough talent to be noticed. The money I’ve made over the past few months is amazing, but it’s hardly enough to keep my family and I afloat.
Before you suggest it, I am not fishing for any compliments here. I know my level of talent and I know how it stacks up against others. I know that people with less talent than me go on to be wildly successful and people more talented than me stay hidden in the shadows. I have no desire to be famous, but I do desire success. My gift is the ability to tell a story, be it 500 words of whining about my day or thousands of words about a personal experience or a dream I wish was reality. No gift should be wasted, so I’m determined to do something with mine.
I was recently inspired by others to do something myself. I need to start taking some actual steps. Submitting articles. Looking for freelance work. Being pushy. No one is more critical of my writing than I am, so I feel confident that I can create some quality material to put out in the world and earn a buck or two off of. And hopefully down the line, maybe five years from now or maybe fifteen, I can leave behind the job I do for money and put my focus into a job I do for love.
**This not my journey, but the journey of two musicians; Mandy and Kris. It is best said in their words, so a good part of this blog will be cut and paste from an external site. PLEASE click on the provided links for more info**
I first heard of Noctura through X103, our local rock station in Indy. I loved what I heard and decided to do what I always do when curious; go to Google. I began following Mandy and Kris on Twitter soon after, and was pleasantly surprised to discover that they’re both sweet, funny, and overall awesome people who love their fans and aren’t shy about letting them know. They’ve never been anything but nice to me, which makes me want to support their music even more.
Recently, the pair posted a link to a fundraising site that made me realize that these two have some serious balls. I’m pasting some of their own words below so you can get an idea, but PLEASE CLICK THIS LINK and visit the page for yourself so you can help out and read their story in its entirety!
“We’re a guy and a girl from Indiana and we like to make music. We’ve been lucky enough to accomplish some awesome things so far during our music endeavors, like crowdfunding our debut album in two days, selling out our debut show in 72 hours, snagging some killer opening slots for bigger acts, writing music for an independent feature film, and earning support from some major radio networks. How’d we do all that? Simple answer: OUR. FANS. FREAKING. RULE.
Our online fan community is amazing beyond words. You guys have flooded radio stations with requests for our music, voted us to the top spot in several contests, sold out our shows in record time – the list goes on and on. We cannot tell you enough how important you are to us. We owe any and all of our successes to you. YOU are the reason we make music, and you’re in our hearts with every new song we write or journey we embark upon.
Speaking of journeys, we’re about to set off on the scariest, most exciting one yet! We’ve maintained our “normal” lives throughout our musical adventures, creating new songs as time and mental capacity have allowed outside our normal day jobs and typical routines. The stability in all this has been nice, but it’s not what’s in our hearts. We both know we were born to create music. (We have the obligatory music-themed tattoos and everything.)
So one day we just decided.
To stop spending 40 hours per week at jobs that don’t fulfill our spirits.
To stop living in a geographic location simply because we were raised here.
To stop being scared to take a leap of faith.
To stop using the word “someday”.
We’re quitting our jobs, selling/donating virtually everything we own, saying goodbye to our friends and family – and on February 28th, we’ll load up the car and drive across the country to start a new life in LA.”
Like I said, these two have BALLS. The IndieGoGo website is where you all come in. Read their story, check out their website, listen to their music, and help them get to LA and make the most amazing EP ever! Their goal is $5,000, but it would be amazing if we could all help spread the word and help Noctura to surpass their goal and have enough to fund the perfect album, among other things that the pair have planned. There are also perks for donating, such as digital downloads, physical copies of the new EP, t-shirts, posters, and a ton more that I refuse to reveal; go check the site for details!
Even a dollar can make a difference, and every new person we can tell about this fundraising effort is a huge help. Please share, visit the site, and wish Kris and Mandy all the luck in the world!
Phillip Seymour Hoffman passed away on Sunday of an apparent drug overdose. He was found on the floor, needle still in his arm, and surrounded by bags that either contained or once contained heroin (according to reports). He was only 46 and such an amazing actor; he will definitely be missed by the film community and by fans.
The thing that we need to remember is that we don’t know PSH or other actors that have broken our hearts with untimely deaths (Paul Walker is the other recent death that comes to mind). We love the movies they star in, the characters they play, the interviews they give, and the way they make us feel. We can recite every single one of their lines in specific films and we know their life stories almost by heart from what we’ve read. None of that means we know the person at all. I was surprised that PSH’s overdose was from heroin use; I never would have suspected that he would use that drug. To me, he doesn’t seem like the type of person to go that route, which I’m sure is an opinion shared by others and which is a shining example of how little we know.
It’s healthy to mourn the passing of celebrities; even though we don’t actually know them, they become part of our lives through their work. That said, it’s wrong to mistake that relationship for anything other than something one-sided and superficial. PSH wasn’t our friend, our brother, our colleague. He wasn’t our neighbor. He may have favorited something you posted on Twitter, but that doesn’t make him your buddy. His job was to entertain us, and he was fantastic at it, but one’s job does not always give an accurate reflection of a person, especially when the job is to turn into different people for every new project presented.
Being an actor, or any other type of celebrity, does not make a person invincible or untouchable. Fame and money are not cure-alls for what ails you. We don’t know what any celebrity goes through, not even the Kardashians who live life like an open wound. We see edited tidbits or exaggerated tabloid gossip that we often take too literally and mistake it for something it’s not. We take exclusive interviews and Wikipedia articles as gospel, assuming we truly know the person because we’ve memorized details about their personal lives and childhoods. It’s wrong to look at someone like PSH, see an amazing career, and assume that they are carefree and immune to tragedy.
I’m very sad that PSH passed in an untimely and terrible way, and I will miss seeing him in films in the future. On the bright side, he was able to make his mark during his time on this Earth and he leaves behind quite a legacy on the silver screen. Let’s focus on the talent he was instead of wasting time trying to pick apart the why and the how. Finding out whether or not he was troubled or an addict will not change what happened and will not change who he was to us as fans. Let the family and real friends mourn in peace and let’s remember PSH as the brilliant actor he was.
Do you ever get to a point in your day where you feel like giving up on the world? I hit that point pretty early on today. The kid being perfect for my husband but ignoring every word I had to say didn’t give me the greatest start to my day. Annoying my husband by having to repeat myself to the child over and over didn’t help either, so I left feeling pretty crummy. After dropping the boy at daycare, I was almost t-boned by a Mustang who was paying zero attention to the world around him and total attention to whatever was in his hand (I’m assuming a phone, but it was dark). This happens quite frequently around daycare; people from all directions all either assume they have the right of way over everyone else or simply pay no mind to any car or pedestrian that may be in their path. If my husband and I weren’t accustomed to it (which we shouldn’t have to be), I suspect we would have been in an accident or two by now.
After getting the hell away from that Mustang, I ended up stuck behind a white car that not only insisted on going 25 miles below the speed limit, but insisted on trying to brake check me every 100 feet or so. When I reached a point in the road where I could pass the car, it swerved over to straddle the middle line, leaving me no room to pass. Lucky for me, the car turned onto a different road after a few minutes and spared me the annoyance of being stuck for too long. When I lived in Connecticut, cars that wished to drive slower than the speed limit would always pull over to let cars pass. It happened less frequently in Georgia, but still enough to keep my hope alive that people do care about others around them. Now? I can’t remember ever having this happen unless you count the occasional farmer that pulls his massive equipment off of the road to let cars pass. No one cares who they slow down and everyone seems to get incredibly offended if you dare try to pass them.
On the flipside, yesterday it was my husband and I that were too slow. In the morning, we were politely passed by a car that felt we weren’t accelerating quickly enough after passing through a four way stop. In the afternoon, we were passed by a thoughtless dickhole that was seemingly offended by our decision to go the speed limit on a country road. The car passed us and quickly cut back in front of our car. This bugs me to no end. I can almost excuse it if the person you’re passing is driving like a moron and you want to silently tell them to get it together. But the car that passed us had no valid reason to be annoyed and no urgency to get back over, as there were no other cars coming. The guy/girl just wanted to be an ass. Whoever you are, I hope you end up in a ditch.
When I arrived at work this morning, I had to change parking spaces because of the moronic way people choose to park in our giant lot. I then had to weave through security while three middle-aged women with backpacks on wheels decided that they were handicapped in some way, skipped the line, and went through the handicap accessible entrance. This bugs me just as much as when people steal handicap parking spaces. The handicap doors and line is not for lazy, entitled people. It’s for the guy in my building with no arms, the lady with one leg, the people in wheelchairs, and those on crutches. If the blind guy that works here can go through the regular line, you suitcase toting folk can do so as well. Fat and/or tired is not a handicap.
The whole abuse of the handicap line definitely bothers me more than it has any right to, but I don’t think it’s okay for people to skip the regular line and breeze through the automatic doors simply because they think that the extra 20lbs on their body gives them the right to do so. There have been times when the security guard checking badges will tell these people to use the regular line, but for the most part he doesn’t have the time or the patience to do so, so the lazy crowd takes full advantage. What gets me is the feeling of entitlement that these people have. Newsflash: you aren’t entitled to special treatment. You’re not special. I’m not special. Quit acting as if the world owes you something.
I swear, if not for Twitter and being able to vent here, I would go postal and snap at people in public. I’m exhausted with the incredibly rude acts I see on a daily basis. People don’t care anymore about anything that isn’t in their tiny little circle. I’m not saying I should be important to whoever I happen to be around, but I would appreciate being treated like a human being and not as if I’m a gnat that won’t quit buzzing around their head. I’d love for people not to block the entry way to the restroom and then act as if I’M the problem for trying to navigate to a stall without having to hug the gross wall as I pass by. I’d love for my cashier to say “hello” and make eye contact instead of ignoring me completely as they continue a conversation with a fellow coworker about things no one needs to hear said out loud.
I’ve noticed that people seem to think that you either have to kiss everyone’s ass or you have to only look out for yourself. They see no middle ground. Unfortunately, that middle ground is where it’s at. You CAN look out for your best interests and still manage not to be an intolerable asshat to everyone around you. You CAN take care of yourself and your family without ticking off everyone around you. Being a dickhole takes the same amount of effort as slapping a smile on your face and holding open a door for the person behind you. Make an effort. My sanity depends on it.