Faceless Shopping…

December 13, 2018

Is so much nicer when living in an area where the inhabitants are clearly not happy. Perhaps it’s me they dislike. Perhaps they dislike themselves. Perhaps I should coddle and love on them, stroking their egos and gushing over their taking my money while sullenly looking right through me with eyes that hold untold truths about them and me. Perhaps online shopping was made especially for this era. 

Customer Service is two words that translates into one: Gone.

 

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A man is…

October 7, 2018

Only defined by his actions. As a female, I take this to be valid for my gender as well.

The face of Sixty…

August 25, 2018

Just One Penny…

August 11, 2018

If you cheat customers each day of one penny it will profit you greatly down through the course of your business. Today I was cheated of one. Just one penny. The clerk behind the counter had already finished my transaction and was counting down his cash drawer as I stood there waiting for my two cents of change and my receipt. I realized he wasn’t planning on giving the change back when he proceeded to count out  bills that signified he was closing his drawer for the shift. I  know this because many years ago I too, worked retail and had done the same thing once my shift was over. My REAL intention was to give the two pennies to the container that has become standard in many stores, you know the one that holds extra pennies for someone who fails to have one or more to complete a transaction. Most folks don’t mind tossing in to help out a fellow shopper but what I do mind is when the businesses try to keep the change for their cash drawers. Perhaps at the end of the day they do scoop out the generosity of the shopper’s who leave them to be used by other patrons, but I’ve never seen this happen so my thoughts are that they silently sit in their plastic container until they are handpicked by or for the customer to become part of the business profit. This is not the first time this has happened to me. It IS the first time I’ve written about it. I had this feeling in the pit of my stomach when he said , “Oh!” , and proceeded to stop counting bills and hand me a receipt and ONE penny. My main reason for standing there silently was twofold, surprise from the blatant act of not receiving my change and also wanting my receipt as I had paid for a bag of ice and since it was outside the store, wanted  proof of  purchase. After he shortchanged me I tossed the penny into the container, took my receipt, walked outside and retrieved the ice. When I reached home it was in my mind of how all those pennies added up to good deeds to shoppers and also dishonesty within the businesses that assume they can keep them when it’s “only one or two, and  most people don’t want them”.  Some people do. If you think this is petty, then for you it is. Just remember however, a small leak can cost a lot of money on a water bill at the end of the month.  Businesses who take pennies without the customer directly saying keep them are stealing.

 My two cents in more ways than one.

Freckled Arms…

August 8, 2018

Held my children as babies, waved to parade passers by, hugged friends, held books, and carried groceries. In fact, my entire body has freckles stemming from my Scots-Irish background.

Many remarks spoken and numerous stares that say unkind things wordlessly have crossed the lips and eyes of people all through my life.

I’ve created with my freckled hands, kissed with my freckled face, bore children from my freckled body.

I’ve lived.

Epiphany…

August 8, 2018

Rules are made for those who follow them.

Barely 2017…

December 31, 2017

The year is swiftly running headlong into the brick wall that will collapse with 2018  emerging  on the other side. Happy New Year, ready or not. 

Hate Me Please… 

December 31, 2017

For my kin

For my skin

For my mind 

Strength of soul and spirit through God’s Mercy and Grace…things I cannot understand, yet rest in them through His Authority and Majesty

Hate me please for no harm done 

For who I am is

Simply me

Being Alone…

November 26, 2017

In body or spirit

Moving through days 

Reaching out to touch and see 

Hoping for something that resonates 

Being out of me for a moment

Then…again alone 

To seek solace in silence

Or pain from loneliness 

Another day leaves

There is a tomorrow

And I will go once more to search

While thinking on this (guess what I am!) it crossed my mind that I know a few people who are “quiet”, but not in a deep thinking sort of way. Most things are superfluous and silly that proceed out of their speech. Just because someone doesn’t speak often doesn’t make them deep thinkers or wise. It may mean they have no interest in subject(s), know very little about them, or do not know “how” to communicate effectively. The persons I speak of have limited ability to speak not in physical nor mental, but rather in depth. They are not interested in things that are considered “deep”, with the exception of one person, but even that one subject is short as they do not appear to be interested enough to make a lifestyle of said subject. 

Just thoughts…my introverted thoughts…