If someone I cared about expressed that they were done with me, I would accept that and move on.
I would not go to the place I know they spend time and relax.
I would not create an account there and message them after they were clear to me that they did not want private conversation with me.
I would not deceive them by not giving my name and trying to get them to read my writing, asking them to critique it.
When discovered in those acts (which I would not have done in the first place,) I would not compound my bad choices by making journal posts about how good of a person I am and how misunderstood and victimized I have been.
I would not be everywhere that person looked when I say that I care about them.
I'd leave gracefully, without so much as one word to pat myself on the back for doing so.
I wish that you were not here. Do you give a damn about that?
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I'm not religious, but amen.
:(
Wow.
bleh....
people are weird.
That was pretty direct.
I am SO with you there.
I feel your love... I do. It comes shinning through with every word...
I'm all warm inside now... thank you for sharing your feelings.
I somehow didn't figure you the 'wishing' type of person...! lol
I know exactly how you feel...
It seems that part of the illness that such people suffer from, provides a means for them to delude the self into believing that the past can be rewritten by offering small tokens.
You and we all, do not have short memories, nor time to waste on papering over cracks that become chasms.
Those people who make these mistakes have to start learning from them, or they will just continue to lash out and hurt people who don't deserve it.
Sometimes, it takes a severe shock, or outside intervention to force the crucible that will change their patterns of behaviour.
Sometimes, they never get this and end up going to the grave lonely and unforgiven.
Strange how some people relish the company of those who reject them.. Truly a sickness
Thanks, Carsho, we knew it was hovering out there. It's official now. Here is the link Carsho sent me about the next in the series of Hasbro lawsuits. For 12 years, every time I find a place to play Scrabble, I think to myself, "Enjoy it while you can."
Scrabulous
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By the sounds of it though it is just the facebook application and not the entire site: that will probably follow soon though.
Does this mean no more 2-month games?
"Your job is so interesting."
Toilet seat and a screwdriver. That is what my employee saw in my hands when she made that comment. I filed past her desk toward the bathroom to install the thing. Yesterday, we noticed the seat had been broken. Don't picture a crack... picture 3/4 of the seat broken off. Nobody said a word.
So, this morning, I set off to purchase one. Did you know that there are 2 shapes? Round and "Elongated." I bought the elongated one...I went back and returned the elongated one and bought the round one. That's how you know it's going to be a good day, second toilet seat of the day and you haven't even had coffee yet.
Now, armed with the correctly shaped (and my assistant prefers round for feng shui anyway) toilet seat and phillips screw driver, I approach the bathroom. Odd, the door is shut. A woman is in there...on that seat? Hmmm...
I wait and she finally emerges. She smiles but does not meet my eyes as I walk into my new workroom and...OHGODSTINKY! Somehow she...with a broken, razor edged stub of a seat...she...oh god. Time. Only time can help. I put my tools down and go check emails, replying and organizing my day. OK, back to bathroom. You gotta be kidding me! Somebody is in it again!
I eventually got in there. In a skirt and heels, I crouched beside that potty and started unscrewing. I turned and turned and turned. Did you know that there is a bolt on the underside? Yep...go figure. Installation done. Must dispose of nawsty old broken throne seat. I fold up a paper towel and hold it like a dead mouse, wanting nothing more than to fling it from my person, I make my way to the dumpster.
Then, like an inspiration from God, I have an idea. I take a right turn toward the back of our Thrift Shop and hold my yucky treasure out and ask my clerks..."Should I just put this into the drop box? I want to donate it." Oh how I thought they'd shriek and be repulsed.
But they quickly reminded me with a few of their own war stories that they are hardened to this kind of attack. One lady said, "that's nothing...yesterday, someone donated a child's potty seat and left in the bag of the child's urine." I am sure I visibly slumped at that point. I should have known. The public is very interesting.
Here are my top 10 favorite "donations to our ministry" :
1. Dirty underwear (sometimes with feminine hygiene napkins attached)
2. Stained mattresses left under the "No mattresses" sign
3. A snake (yes, alive...police came and caught him when he got loose and in the store)
4. One shoe (all the freaking time)
5. Open containers of food
6. The infamous and much hated "bottom of the toybox" stuff
7. Nasty, stained couches
8. Old and broken televisions, etc...
9. Crotchless panties (should have seen the Mormon elders who had volunteered to sort that day)
10. Things we like to call, "OK, what do you think this is?" (We actually walk around and ask people to guess until we hopefully figure it out)
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gag... the world is so full of nasty people
Heh you are my hero
I feel your pain. I used to volunteer at a place in southern IA simply called "The Neighborhodd Center" and I've seen all sorts of things pass through there. We once received a trash can complete with bag and trash.
You could put the mystery objects on a pedestal and have a weekly contest to find the best if not the most accurate idea for what it might be:D We do that every year with my inlaws whenever a particular uncle sends a gift. We got an in vitro kit from him for a wedding present. Took a few years to find out that it was not in fact test tubes in a centrifuge, but a really strange spice rack:P
I'll take some time to contemplate the ridiculous "donations" (using charity organizations to avoid the dump), after I get past the idea of a returned toilet seat. Is there a time limit on that kind of thing?
WHAT IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!!!!
Yes, I need to rant sometimes, too. I've been working in an Emergency Center for 6 years now, 2 years as the Executive Director. I certainly don't impress anyone with wads of cash or a pimped crib, but I do love what I do and that tends to make people curious and sometimes even hopeful about the work they're called to do.
In my time here, I have served a lot of people...thousands of people, each one unique in some way, though the problems are surprisingly similar. We collect a lot of demographics on clients, but one item I've never added is race. We don't ask anywhere about race. Why? We help the need, not the story. The needs are the same, regardless of race...poverty, depression, addiction, poor choices, no life plan, etc...
My staff and the volunteers who work with me comment a lot on my unflappable demeanor. You're basically not going to get a rise out of me. You just won't. One of my favorite books is entitled, "Life Would Be Easy If It Weren't For Other People." It lines up with my personal philosophy (see title.)
Today, I wanted to punch a client in the nose. First time for me. I have seen every kind of behavior that exists, but this young woman made me want to punch her right in her nose. I'm thinking about her the way you think about the elements underneath your sink. You've dealt with all of those chemicals, maybe even mixed a few, but certain combinations would be toxic and explosive.
Her mixture of attitude, choice and demeanor culminated in a poisonous outcome that had me fantasizing about popping her in the snout. she wants financial assistance, but walks in with chips the size of Texas on each shoulder. She is loud and demanding. Her rent is nearly 2000 dollars and her children all collect disability. Her husband's income, which is new and he hasn't received his first paycheck, will not even cover their rent. She can't find a job because, "I'm black. I ask for more than $25,000 and they tell me I'm asking for too much. You're not black, so you don't know what I'm going through."
That's when my hand curled into a fist at my side. She wants sympathy when she throws her pride and arrogance around...ok. But do not ask me to swallow your ignorance as a chaser. You are not getting hired because you have pride shooting out of your anus. You are mean and come across like a steam roller. I wouldn't hire you. I can barely stand to hand you the groceries that good people who live more modestly than you have donated. You yell that you're going to school for your P.H.D. and will teach at the college level. I hope you achieve that goal...it's a noble one. But your current reality is:
1. YOU LIVE IN SOUTH LOUISIANA!
2. All you have now is a B.A. in History. Admirable, but not in great demand for starting jobs above $25K in SOUTH Frigging LOUISIANA!
3. You live above your means and exploit people.
5. You need to learn how to find a little professionalism and humility...in short, a reality check
6. Everyone has obstacles...mine might be cancer or a recent death. Just because the person you are screaming at is not screaming back, do not assume that you are the only one with a heavy load. Your load really does belong to you and any mercy you may receive along the way is cause for celebration and gratitude.
7. YOU LIVE IN SOUTH LOUISIANA! If you haven't noticed, we have a few problems of our own.
8. It ain't cuz you're black.
Soooo...what about my balled up fist? I think I'll wrap it around a broom and pray for a little more patience while I sweep.
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Just think of all the real, worthwhile people you help every day. Think of the lives who have been touched and changed by you and your center for the better. Fuck the whore, she is not worth your time and obviously has not yet had enough hard knocks from life. She'll get hers, with an attitude like that. You, on the other hand, have already gotten yours, and in return you've got a fulfilling (usually:P) job, amazing friends, great kids, and a dog that defies death. :)
Life will punch her in the snout for you. People like that tend to learn that the problem is them in the end, or they sink. What you do for the other 99.99% of the people who come through your doors is amazing.
In this country, a bachelors degree in history gets you a nice mcjob. Perhaps she should try aiming lower:P
^^That's my motto, Irony: "Aim Low and You are Disappointed Less Often." ;)
Maybe in the whole scheme of things she ended up with you as the result of "grace". Surely you were nicer than many people would have been. It seems to me more that the silver lining was a reminder of the good you do for people NOT like her. Immediately, in your journal entry you think of people that "really" do need help, and maybe that is the lesson; it keeps you grounded as to what you are really all about.
Yay, welcome to my world lol.
It is the sweepers in the temples who are able to reach the highest levels of philosophical understanding.
From the Tah Teh Ching, verse 67:
"Everyone in the world calls my Tao great
As if it is beyond compare
It is only because of its greatness
That it seems beyond compare
If it can be compared
It would already be insignificant long ago
I have three treasures
I hold on to them and protect them
The first is called compassion
The second is called conservation
The third is called not daring to be ahead in the world
Compassionate, thus able to have courage
Conserving, thus able to reach widely
Not daring to be ahead in the world
Thus able to assume leadership
Now if one has courage but discards compassion
Reaches widely but discards conservation
Goes ahead but discards being behind
Then death!
If one fights with compassion, then victory
With defense, then security
Heaven shall save them
And with compassion guard them"
And if all else fails, that broom handle in your fist would do a real number right across the bridge of her nose.
;)
You forgot #4.
I can only beg to imagine what #4 was.
4. Jerry Springer is looking for you.
no, wait...
..something else...
Oh, I've got it.
4. *PUNCH*
No, no.. that's not you.
4. HEEEEEE-YAHHH! *Round Kick to the head*
..hmmm...
You know the dangers of praying for patience: God gives you more opportunities to test and display it.
Go ahead...throw the straight right.
there's two many people like her. and as political correctness has gone mad, one can't say or do anything about it, except for cleching your fist and looking for a broom: or, in my case, a pair of shears, to cut ..a hedge.
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Joli
21:54 Jul 30 2008
Thanks MBK. (He pointed out 2 places where I missed taking out the name.) It was an oversight and I have corrected it. Thanks for catching it quick.
Bones
21:56 Jul 30 2008
Where do these people come from, and how does she survive in society with that attitude?!
birra
21:56 Jul 30 2008
I don't think you could have humiliated this person any worse than they will do for themselves somewhere down the line...
Seriously...
mysticwinds
22:02 Jul 30 2008
I seen the profile you are speaking of. It made me sick to my stomach, and very upset. People like that are sick individuals. Noone should ever make fun of the mentally challenged.
Thank you for speaking out for the people who have medical issues.
Joli
22:07 Jul 30 2008
It is interesting to me when people who spew polarizing opinions into the world get called on them, they so often yell, "You don't know me!"
Don't you understand? Your opinions are a reflection of who you really are. They give me glimpses on how you think and feel on certain things. The opinions you choose from all the rest, give weight to, and publicly share reveal to me a great deal about what you want to say to the world around you.
If you did not mean the things you said, what does that tell you about yourself?
Charity
22:10 Jul 30 2008
I would delete myself too.
PainfulDesire
22:25 Jul 30 2008
I read this profile as well and could not believe it. It brought tears to my eyes that someone could be so cruel and not only that- proud of their cruelty and finding humor in it.
Irony
23:11 Jul 30 2008
She is going to have something of a shock when she goes through her training. See, disability rarely means deaf and retarded. I am quite able to hear an insult aimed at me and respond back with all the quick wittedness that 25 years or so of being ridiculed by idiots has developed in me.
I can also complain, sue and get people fired:)
Good luck to her in her chosen career, she will probably sorely need it.
LadyChordewa
00:18 Jul 31 2008
Ockham
04:28 Jul 31 2008
When I find someone's views sick, there's something wrong. Also, awesome grammar nazi'ing, I'm proud of you
Beastt17
08:36 Jul 31 2008
I think I may have dated her.
DarkCthulhu
13:39 Jul 31 2008
Hmmm, what to sya what to say. There is this funny thing that happens when the criminally insane get into either prisons or institutions, they are studied like bugs. Every thought picked apart and every action analyzed. She seems a fine candidate for this. Compassion is obviously alien to her way of thinking and counter to her chosen profession. Though I do not know the entirety of the conversation, there is enough to determine that she has some challenges facing her, bith socially and professionally.
I commend you for not using terms that I would have. Words like 'dipshit', 'fuckwit' and 'scumbag' to address this person. And although I am at times grammatically challenged, you have always been kind in your corrections and tips for improvement to my form. I thank you for your patience and admire it in its application here.
DarkCthulhu
13:40 Jul 31 2008
Gah! I wish I was using firefox!! :( Sorry for the typos...lol. ::note to self to dump entries into Word prior to submission::
Requiem
15:36 Jul 31 2008
*appends DarkCthulu's note to self with: "Or not. It's fun to see Joli go to town and Scrabble someone's paragraphs!"*
Especially if they are good natured about said Scrabbling. ;-)
Joli
17:15 Jul 31 2008
I want to be clear that I wouldn't have said a word until she poked at my spelling. If you draw first blood, you had better be on your game because now, IT'S ON!
And DC, that is the entirety of the conversation. I left a rating of 1 with the message, "My opinion meets yours." I never planned to say another word to her. She then asked me which opinion. I kindly obliged her with an answer...and the rest ensued.
I need to look into wielding this awesome power of mine, causing the self-delete! *Scans the "Who's Online" list.*