FOR ALL YOU HALF STEPPERS OUT THERE...
Quite frankly, I am sick to death of folks doing shit half-assed! What is that shit? Didn't momma ever tell you "if you gonna do something do it well?" Seriously. The world is full of muthafuckas that give half (or even less) an effort.
For instance, that lazy heifer at the CVS down the street. Your job: to scan items, put them in a bag, give me my proper change and keep it moving. Why in the hell do you need to ask if I need a bag? Just gimme one! Do you really think I'm walking out of the store with a stick of deoderant, some gum and shampoo in my bare hands?
The more than lazy receptionist at my job. We break records of incompentence here. Answer the phones. Sign for packages. Greet guests. Can you do all that in between your 8 hour cell phone conversations? Can you be a more than 40 year old woman and start every sentence, "They ont be knowin..." Not cute. at all. I thought about giving her a pass since her skill set is VERY LIMITED but you know what? Fuck that. You been at your job for 20 years and you still don't know whose supposed to get whose mail when the list is right in front of you? Nah, hell nah in fact.
Now, does my frustration stem from the fact that I am, in many (ok, damnit, MOST) facets of my life, a person that seeks to give my all? Maybe. Almost certainly. Can not help it. I was raised by a momma that said, "Anything worth doing is worth doing well". Thats the way it was. She didn't expect perfection or a 100% success rate, she just wanted to know that you gave everything you had toward the cause.
So once again, we are back to home training and the way folks are raised. A subject with no end...
Changing lanes, I spent three days in New York last weekend and it was glorious! Hubby and I were celebrating our 6 year anniversary and we caught a Yankee game (one of the last at The House that Babe Built), ate well and I finally watched that damned Sex In The City movie. Hubby was in his element: hanging out with buddies, drinking Ballantine beer and feasting on a honey turkey sub that he swears is only done properly at the cornerstore deli's in New York.
Six years is a long time to be married, yes? Depends on who you ask. Standing next to Nana and Grandaddy's track record of 67 years...I think not. But looking at a friend who got married the same year and is now in the middle of a divorce, I guess so. It could go either way.
Quite frankly, I am sick to death of folks doing shit half-assed! What is that shit? Didn't momma ever tell you "if you gonna do something do it well?" Seriously. The world is full of muthafuckas that give half (or even less) an effort.
For instance, that lazy heifer at the CVS down the street. Your job: to scan items, put them in a bag, give me my proper change and keep it moving. Why in the hell do you need to ask if I need a bag? Just gimme one! Do you really think I'm walking out of the store with a stick of deoderant, some gum and shampoo in my bare hands?
The more than lazy receptionist at my job. We break records of incompentence here. Answer the phones. Sign for packages. Greet guests. Can you do all that in between your 8 hour cell phone conversations? Can you be a more than 40 year old woman and start every sentence, "They ont be knowin..." Not cute. at all. I thought about giving her a pass since her skill set is VERY LIMITED but you know what? Fuck that. You been at your job for 20 years and you still don't know whose supposed to get whose mail when the list is right in front of you? Nah, hell nah in fact.
Now, does my frustration stem from the fact that I am, in many (ok, damnit, MOST) facets of my life, a person that seeks to give my all? Maybe. Almost certainly. Can not help it. I was raised by a momma that said, "Anything worth doing is worth doing well". Thats the way it was. She didn't expect perfection or a 100% success rate, she just wanted to know that you gave everything you had toward the cause.
So once again, we are back to home training and the way folks are raised. A subject with no end...
Changing lanes, I spent three days in New York last weekend and it was glorious! Hubby and I were celebrating our 6 year anniversary and we caught a Yankee game (one of the last at The House that Babe Built), ate well and I finally watched that damned Sex In The City movie. Hubby was in his element: hanging out with buddies, drinking Ballantine beer and feasting on a honey turkey sub that he swears is only done properly at the cornerstore deli's in New York.
Six years is a long time to be married, yes? Depends on who you ask. Standing next to Nana and Grandaddy's track record of 67 years...I think not. But looking at a friend who got married the same year and is now in the middle of a divorce, I guess so. It could go either way.
posted by The DJs WIFE at 1:15 PM
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