I have no tolerance for intolerance. I just don't.
I mean, "why?". Why dislike someone based on an appearance? WHY?!!??!!!
We recently had a house-guest. I was embarrassed by her comments, and my oldest child was offended/hurt by it.
Oldest daughter was playing in a national basketball tournament. There were teams in the Chicago suburbs from all of the country. Yes, including Alaska and Hawaii.
It was a very diverse group of people. From all walks of life, all shapes and sizes, and all colors.
The boys seem to have a need to dribble the basketball everywhere they are, in the halls, in the stands, in the parking lot, the sidewalk; you get the idea.
House-guest (HG) didn't appreciate this. She felt like it was "show boating" and she seemed to only notice those boys who happened to be "black". She'd make snide remarks, make ugly faces, and say things like "Guess where they're from?" and I'd mumble things like "Jamaica?". LOL (I know, Jamaica isn't part of the U.S. but I couldn't help myself)
So, HG learns oldest daughter has a good friend with a last name that hints of hispanic heritage. She says "Oh yuck, a Mexican!" with the obvious disgust in her voice.
When will this end? Why do people "hate" so much? and for No reason?
I have no answers. It just drives me batty!!
Sigh.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Update on the Forum Drama
Wow. I posted recently about drama on a glass forum a frequent. Well, I have to say. Jerome may have started it, but now she's not alone.
I cannot believe the people who have acted like 5 year olds. Again, with a link to their business right below their Juvenile comments.
An example would be one person in particular; we'll call her Mary-Ellen, made some really rude comments using filthy language. It was pointed out to her by another poster, who we'll call Jon-Boy that her comments were unreal, and that he will never be able to purchase from her again. Maybe she should watch what she says, cause her customers are reading this too.
Mary-Ellen replied something like "So what? I don't need your business."
My thinking on this is, if Jon-Boy read this, and he was offended enough to tell you, there are probably 10-15 more people out there (myself included) who feel the exact same way.
It seems like suicide for your business. Especially with the economy the way it is.
What could someone possibly be thinking to lash out like this in a public forum? If you were my customer and I offended you, I'd be very upset.
Although I try to think before I type. Sheesh.
I cannot believe the people who have acted like 5 year olds. Again, with a link to their business right below their Juvenile comments.
An example would be one person in particular; we'll call her Mary-Ellen, made some really rude comments using filthy language. It was pointed out to her by another poster, who we'll call Jon-Boy that her comments were unreal, and that he will never be able to purchase from her again. Maybe she should watch what she says, cause her customers are reading this too.
Mary-Ellen replied something like "So what? I don't need your business."
My thinking on this is, if Jon-Boy read this, and he was offended enough to tell you, there are probably 10-15 more people out there (myself included) who feel the exact same way.
It seems like suicide for your business. Especially with the economy the way it is.
What could someone possibly be thinking to lash out like this in a public forum? If you were my customer and I offended you, I'd be very upset.
Although I try to think before I type. Sheesh.
Monday, July 13, 2009
TMI on forums
I canNOT believe how much information people share on forums. It is mind boggling!!!
One of the forums I frequent is a glass forum. I love it. It is a place where lampworkers and glass artists gather, share information, and evidently, bare their souls.
In my story, we'll call the poster, "Jerome". I don't know anyone named Jerome. If you are Jerome, don't take it personal. It's not about you. Remember, we haven't met. (have we?)
Anyway, on this forum, most people are in business selling their art. Almost everyone has a link (or 2 or 4) in their signature to their glass business.
Jerome has 3 links in hers. (see, I told you it wasn't about you. MY Jerome is a girl).
She posts frequently about a specific problem in her life. I can't help but read it. It's like bugs to a light, or flies on s**t. Ya know? I have to look. It's involuntary.
I got off track here. Jerome has a major thread going about her biggest issue in life. and I am not belittling her issue. It's big. But I was reading/watching the drama, and I thought to myself.
"a lot of the people who read this board are customers of the artists."
Does Jerome not realize that her customers are reading this?
If I were her customer, I'd be done. I'd move on and find another artist.
Am I crazy? Do people really just want the whole world to know they're "issues"?
One of the forums I frequent is a glass forum. I love it. It is a place where lampworkers and glass artists gather, share information, and evidently, bare their souls.
In my story, we'll call the poster, "Jerome". I don't know anyone named Jerome. If you are Jerome, don't take it personal. It's not about you. Remember, we haven't met. (have we?)
Anyway, on this forum, most people are in business selling their art. Almost everyone has a link (or 2 or 4) in their signature to their glass business.
Jerome has 3 links in hers. (see, I told you it wasn't about you. MY Jerome is a girl).
She posts frequently about a specific problem in her life. I can't help but read it. It's like bugs to a light, or flies on s**t. Ya know? I have to look. It's involuntary.
I got off track here. Jerome has a major thread going about her biggest issue in life. and I am not belittling her issue. It's big. But I was reading/watching the drama, and I thought to myself.
"a lot of the people who read this board are customers of the artists."
Does Jerome not realize that her customers are reading this?
If I were her customer, I'd be done. I'd move on and find another artist.
Am I crazy? Do people really just want the whole world to know they're "issues"?
Monday, July 6, 2009
I got a cortisone shot in my knee today
Holy mother of God!!! Did that ever hurt!!
Not the needle. The "juice" finding it's way where it was supposed to go felt like flames racing through creekbeds in my knee. If I had been alone in the room, I might have cried out in pain. That hurt worse than childbirth! Almost as bad as a Kidney stone moving its way through the land of no return. Actually, pain for pain, I think it was worse, but with a Kidney stone, there is that fear factor too.
Of course, it only took about 10 minutes, but felt like forever, and I feel like a big baby.
Before the "event" Doc asked if I had ever had one before.
I said "Yes but not in my knee. Only in my heel for Plantar Fasciitus."
He said "Oh, this isn't nearly as painful as that."
I thought "whew! Then I can handle it."
I think he lied.
Not the needle. The "juice" finding it's way where it was supposed to go felt like flames racing through creekbeds in my knee. If I had been alone in the room, I might have cried out in pain. That hurt worse than childbirth! Almost as bad as a Kidney stone moving its way through the land of no return. Actually, pain for pain, I think it was worse, but with a Kidney stone, there is that fear factor too.
Of course, it only took about 10 minutes, but felt like forever, and I feel like a big baby.
Before the "event" Doc asked if I had ever had one before.
I said "Yes but not in my knee. Only in my heel for Plantar Fasciitus."
He said "Oh, this isn't nearly as painful as that."
I thought "whew! Then I can handle it."
I think he lied.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
I did it. I went to enroll for school. But the class I need was full. They had 1 spot left for the next session. I had to take a reading assessment test. I had to test out at 8th grade reading. Or else.
Of course I said to the woman. "I'm not going to have an issue with this. Can you hold the spot while I go take it?". and of course she said "No, we don't hold classes, but when you come back, interrupt me if I am busy, and I'll get it entered for you."
So. I walk halfway around the world to take the assessment test. Wait in line to take it. The whole while thinking "They're gonna fill that spot while I do this." Then, as I am taking this test, I was a nervous wreck. Thinking I was going to overlook something and fail. "OMG what if I fail? I told her I wouldn't have any issue with it. " So, I read things, re-read things, read the questions, went back to the context NUMEROUS times. I was sweating! lol
I finish the test knowing I missed at least one question, cause I hit the "Go ahead" button too soon and didn't double check my answer. OMG the pressure. So, I go out to the lady and tell her I am done, and that it made me nervous. She picked up my results, and said in a very gloomy voice "well....you know how it can be. Sometimes it is harder than we expect." My stomach dropped, it rumbled, I felt nauseous cause she all but told me I failed right? Then she shows me the first page, points to the number 58 and says "you needed a 58". OMG, what did I get? like a 57 or something??!!! I can't read at 8th grade level?!!?
Finally she gives me page 2, and says "you can't get any better than that." Whew. She had me goin. But I still wanna throw up. So, I take the form she gives me, and head back around the world to lady #1, but I can't remember how I got to lady #1. It's 8 degrees outside, and I'm in a hurry. I can't for the life of me find lady #1. (But, I can read at 8th grade level, so that's a good thing.)
I find lady #1. She has her door closed and 3 people in her office. *sigh* I tell the receptionist lady (Lady #3) what lady #1 told me to do if she is busy when I get back. She says "Really? You're supposed to interrupt her? She never says that." I said, "well, the class I need is full, all but one spot, and she said she'd enter my results quickly so I can register." Lady #3 says "I've never heard of that before". Me. "Me either, I'm new here, but I promise I didn't make it up.". She smiled and said "I'll go see what she says". So lady #3 stands outside lady #1's door for what feels like an eternity (probably like 20 seconds, but hey. I'm nauseous). She finally opens the door, shakes her head a lot, hands lady #1 the paper and just stands there. So I think "Do I go over there? what do I do now?". I'm getting evil looks from all of the people in line behind me waiting for lady #3 to help them. and did I mention, I feel OLD? OK, #3 is coming my way, I can't read her expression at all. But she has my test results in her hand. She hands them to me and says "OK, you're good to go". I'm like "go where?". Thankfully it is basically right behind me. Where the rest of the population of Kendall county is waiting in line.
I wait my turn in line, tell the woman what I need, and she hands me another form to fill out. I told her the course only has one spot left. She said "Oh, then we need to be quick. I'll get you in it while you fill it out." (wasn't that sweet? I must have had a little angel holding my spot for me.) So, she gets me registered. She then tells me to go next-door to pay, when it dawns on me. I never asked how much it will cost! Am I really competent enough to enter the work force? LOL
I paid, then decided I'd treat myself to my books from the bookstore. and that's a whole nother story. It's been way too long since I was in school. I'm excited. I bought 1 book. The other 2 on my list are shown as optional, and the bookstore lady (what would she be, Lady #8?) suggested I not buy those unless the instructor says to.
Whew!
Of course I said to the woman. "I'm not going to have an issue with this. Can you hold the spot while I go take it?". and of course she said "No, we don't hold classes, but when you come back, interrupt me if I am busy, and I'll get it entered for you."
So. I walk halfway around the world to take the assessment test. Wait in line to take it. The whole while thinking "They're gonna fill that spot while I do this." Then, as I am taking this test, I was a nervous wreck. Thinking I was going to overlook something and fail. "OMG what if I fail? I told her I wouldn't have any issue with it. " So, I read things, re-read things, read the questions, went back to the context NUMEROUS times. I was sweating! lol
I finish the test knowing I missed at least one question, cause I hit the "Go ahead" button too soon and didn't double check my answer. OMG the pressure. So, I go out to the lady and tell her I am done, and that it made me nervous. She picked up my results, and said in a very gloomy voice "well....you know how it can be. Sometimes it is harder than we expect." My stomach dropped, it rumbled, I felt nauseous cause she all but told me I failed right? Then she shows me the first page, points to the number 58 and says "you needed a 58". OMG, what did I get? like a 57 or something??!!! I can't read at 8th grade level?!!?
Finally she gives me page 2, and says "you can't get any better than that." Whew. She had me goin. But I still wanna throw up. So, I take the form she gives me, and head back around the world to lady #1, but I can't remember how I got to lady #1. It's 8 degrees outside, and I'm in a hurry. I can't for the life of me find lady #1. (But, I can read at 8th grade level, so that's a good thing.)
I find lady #1. She has her door closed and 3 people in her office. *sigh* I tell the receptionist lady (Lady #3) what lady #1 told me to do if she is busy when I get back. She says "Really? You're supposed to interrupt her? She never says that." I said, "well, the class I need is full, all but one spot, and she said she'd enter my results quickly so I can register." Lady #3 says "I've never heard of that before". Me. "Me either, I'm new here, but I promise I didn't make it up.". She smiled and said "I'll go see what she says". So lady #3 stands outside lady #1's door for what feels like an eternity (probably like 20 seconds, but hey. I'm nauseous). She finally opens the door, shakes her head a lot, hands lady #1 the paper and just stands there. So I think "Do I go over there? what do I do now?". I'm getting evil looks from all of the people in line behind me waiting for lady #3 to help them. and did I mention, I feel OLD? OK, #3 is coming my way, I can't read her expression at all. But she has my test results in her hand. She hands them to me and says "OK, you're good to go". I'm like "go where?". Thankfully it is basically right behind me. Where the rest of the population of Kendall county is waiting in line.
I wait my turn in line, tell the woman what I need, and she hands me another form to fill out. I told her the course only has one spot left. She said "Oh, then we need to be quick. I'll get you in it while you fill it out." (wasn't that sweet? I must have had a little angel holding my spot for me.) So, she gets me registered. She then tells me to go next-door to pay, when it dawns on me. I never asked how much it will cost! Am I really competent enough to enter the work force? LOL
I paid, then decided I'd treat myself to my books from the bookstore. and that's a whole nother story. It's been way too long since I was in school. I'm excited. I bought 1 book. The other 2 on my list are shown as optional, and the bookstore lady (what would she be, Lady #8?) suggested I not buy those unless the instructor says to.
Whew!
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