So on my birthday I got my belly button pierced. It was something I’ve always wanted to do but I was nervous and I always thought I was too big. I finally had the courage and self esteem to get it done, and I love it. I posted about it on social media, just a status not a picture. I was so happy that I was finally happy enough with myself to get the piercing. So this lady, who I knew from my childhood church commented “why?” I HATE this comment. Why? “Because I wanted to” is all I said. I know she is judging me. I know that she either thinks it is dumb or sinful or whatever, but this isn’t something for the world, it was something I did for me. I don’t go showing off my belly button. It was all for me. I like the way it looks and how I feel with it. I didn’t mark/gash my skin to mourn the dead, so it’s not against the bible. I didn’t get it to impress anyone. The only important reason for “why” I got it is because I wanted to. Don’t let people try to make you feel guilty for personal decisions. Why does she wear makeup, or have pierced ears, or cut her hair? She is modifying her look. She is doing that for herself for whatever reason. And do I care? No! Why should I. Ok rant over.
So yesterday there was a woman who came into the store to obtain her package that was sent here through the parks package pick up service. (I was on break at the time). For those that don’t know, package pick up is a free service that the park offers. When you buy stuff from the gift shops all over the park, it is sent to the front (my store) for you to pick up on your way out. That way you don’t have to carry it all day.
I come in and notice this woman standing near my counter so I say, “I’m sorry, I just got here, but are you waiting on a package.” She then proceeded to give me the biggest stank face in the world “well yes I am and they lost it” I then ask if I could see her receipt just to make sure they didn’t miss it……it really wasn’t there.
I ask politely, “has someone gone to go get it?” At this point her daughter walks in cursing up a storm talking about how we were all stupid. I still hold a small apologetic look on my face. “Yes some woman who looked all big and better than thou said she went to go get it. A man-ish woman in a burgandy shirt.” I know all of the team members and supervisors in my area and had no idea who they were referring to, but how rude do you have to be to call another woman man-ish, especially when she is willing to run across the park herself to find your package. They see my boss walking up “oh that’s her….. It must’ve been a navy blue shirt, not burgandy”….. All I could think is how dare you call my boss, one of the nicest bosses around, man-ish. She comes in with a smile and gives them their package, apologizing profusely for the inconvenience. They leave, still cursing us.
- Mistakes happen, even in amusement parks
- At least we didn’t make your rude self go get it
- It didn’t even take her 15 minutes (meaning she was booking it through the park)
- That was the LAST item like that in the whole park, so you’re welcome
- A woman who is tall and has short hair does not qualify as man-ish.
In this ladies defense, it was hot and her package should have been there. However, that is no excuse to get nasty with those trying to help, especially if it wasn’t our fault. We just hand out packages, we aren’t the ones making sure they get here (that’s someone else).
Working where I do, you tend to get somewhat close to your coworkers and immediate supervisors. We become a family because we work so closely together trying to make the guests happy. I always go in with a big smile and everyone is happy to see me (even some not on my team). We become friends on Facebook, talk about our personal lives, and even sincerely miss each other when we go on vacation. However, recently some of the ones I thought to be pretty close to all went out and celebrated one of their birthdays. Usually I’m not petty like this but it kind of opened my eyes. If I had just thought of them as work friends, this wouldn’t be an issue, but I actually thought we were more than that. It feels like a slap in the face. I’ve only lived in this area for 2 years now and still don’t really know anyone except for work people. I only keep in contact with one friend from high school and one from college. I think I’m a likable person. Then again, I’ve never really been the first picked….
It almost kills me every day to go on social media. Everyone is fighting with one another over things that are purely opinionated. I am glad to see that people don’t idly sit by and not have a voice about subject matter, however when I see friends fighting and blocking each other (scary thought) I start to think this is getting out of control. You think the confederate flag should stay? Good for you, share your piece and then move on. You believe that cops are out to get you? Cool story, share and then move on. Unless you have a well researched plan to fix it, there doesn’t need to be this long drawn out conversation about an opinion. OPINION. Not fact. Your side can’t be proven or disproven. Meanwhile there are things going on in the world that we can control or fix and we are totally ignoring it just because our feelings are hurt. And as far as social media, or media in general, don’t believe everything you see and hear. I’m sure you’ve heard that before, but it is so true. There is always another side, or unrevealed facts. Ok rant over. Peace out cub scouts.
As it is the first of the month I’ve decided to start this. I’ve started a blog before, but it always seems to dwindle away. It’s not that I’m not committed, but I stop having something to say, hopefully this will be different. I think this is going to be a place of random thoughts and opinions. It might change later or it might die like all the rest. I’m not here to become magically famous in WordPress or to make millions of dollars. I’m just here to speak of what ever randomly pops into my head. I think this will be most interesting…. Or not. Who knows 😉