Archive for January, 2013

17
Jan

Bourbon Baby

During the holidays, my husband received a box of liquor-infused chocolates. Cognac, Jack Daniels, Bourbon, you name it. Anyway, I’d noticed that he stashed the box of goodies in the refrigerator to chill for whenever he needed a sweet nip. When I saw this, I removed the box, noted that the count was low, and headed upstairs to chat with him about why it might not be wise to leave this in the fridge. His thoughts, of course, were that he liked his chocolate (and liquor) chilled. On the other hand, I was thinking more about the two teenagers we have in the house. Of course, I believe that we are raising them to be responsible young people and would hope that they would not touch what doesn’t belong to them…but momma didn’t raise no fool either. 

16
Jan

“Super-Size on the Customer Service, please”

Is it just me or have you noticed that good customer service is on a downward spiral? Instead of being greeted by cheery smiles and positive dispositions, we encounter rolling eyes, I-can’t-be-bothered sighs, and we-don’t-do/have-that neck rolls. Quite frankly, the lack of good customer service in some places has caused me to occasionally turn on my heel and take my dollars elsewhere. However, it was during a visit to a local McDonald’s that my worst fears about customer service were confirmed when I came face to face with some of the poorest service EV-ER!

“Wrote a song about it. Wanna hear it? Here it go.” 

11
Jan

A Dose of Selfishness

Most of us attach negative thoughts to the word “selfish.” I’ve done it myself over the years. If a person thought about themselves first and foremost, I would call them selfish. These folks always manage to bring the focus back on them. Despite any concern you may wish to discuss, he or she always jumps in with a dose of themselves. Selfish.

I used to joke with my husband about his selfish ways when we first met. Whenever he started singing his version of Johnny Gill’s “My, My, My”, I would simply place my index finger in the center of the top of my head and twirl around. This was my demonstration to him that he was behaving as if the world revolved around him. It used to drive me insane. There I was running around like ”the sky is falling, the sky is falling,” and he would be focused on himself, smiling, and happy.