Hmm Perhaps I'm Wrong But....

The When you hear the words "Self Checkout" what do you think that means?

"Self Checkout" Hm?
         Honestly to me me it would be a register designed for an individual to ring up there own items and cash themselves out. But evidently I'm wrong......

        While others may enjoy the often fake and freigned courtesy customer service folks give I know the other side of the coin and choose to let them stand by there register and chill while I ring up my own stuff. Now I know I'll have the "but it's there job blah blah blah, shut up. It's not there job to deal with your extra baggage that you so voluntarily place on them like, your couponing habit that requires you to have a cart for all your coupon binders and one for your couponing haul and another for your personal purchases. Does compulsiveness reflect your personality much? Or acceptable hoarding maybe?

Anyway back to "Self Checkout"

       
         While visiting a grocery store I often use self check out because it's quick, I don't have many items and I hate people, so I went to my self checkout and start ringing myself up. I noticed this middle aged woman standing at another self checkout ahead of me with her basket looking around. I figured maybe she's waiting for her kids who went back to get her something she forgot, but no. 

Nope, nope she was waiting to be rung up by the standby self checkout associate, and after questioning the associate about why she was standing there instead of ringing her up.....ITS SELF CHECKOUT YOU IDIOT! If you wanted someone to check you out try becoming a library book, go to the other 8 checkout work attendants you passed by. I continued to scan and enter my items then pay while the woman was rang up and paid. Shaking my head I left and returned my cart to its designated area. For every person trying to not make others places of employment more difficult there's 5 more people trying to get there items bagged a certain way because of there OCD, use coupons that they damaged and are not able to be entered or scanned, get angry over the total of there purchases like it was the sale associates fault when they are the ones who wanted the items, or in there words "needed", or want a refund/exchange for an item they lost the receipt for and get angry at the customer service person for not being able to aid in there self imposed issues.

        It's not customer service employees jobs to suffer underneath the idiocy of superior feeling people who think that customer service employees themselves are worthless or less than. The worst part about the entire situation is the middle aged woman wasn't corrected at all by the customer associate...... but she was by me(smiles). No worries I was nice about it, just made her aware that she was in the self checkout.(smiles). I work in the customer service business, have for years, both retail and food service, and I've experienced the worst and the best, but personally I know that if you respect me as a person I'll go above and beyond for my customer, and have. But as far as being rude and acting entitled you can save that for someone else.

It Starts There

        The situation is this, most accidents, and incidents good and bad relate back to personal skills that we should have learned when we were children. You question, I don't understand why my younger sister who is 30 is such a brat, well let's take a look back at when she was 6 and was never punished for being a brat or told that her actions were wrong or brat like? So the brattiness was left to  fester, grow, and throughout her aging process she becomes more of a brat, so now she has a husband and children, and a house with a white picket fence and she's used her brattiness to acquire all she has, and while her husband believes her brattiness to be cute, and adorable, he's a blind loving husband who works a high end job that affords your bratty sister to be a stay at home mom with nannies and such who the kids almost accidentally call mommy everyday, cause they represent being a mother more than your bratty sister. So how does the fact that you and your husband having to scrap and save to give your one child a decent up bringing bode with you? Does it make you a bit bitter? You can feel how you want, but know that when your bratty sister was 6 and she lied on you about breaking that vase and you let her, silently accepting her lie and allowing your parents to punish you instead, and you took that punishment in silence, you set yourself up for what you feel right now. Yep, it's your fault and all the people around her that thought her pouting, and throwing a tantrum was cute and not her being a brat. It's your fault because she used what little power she had to cry, whine, and stomp her foot to get her way, while you sat in the corner moping, going unnoticed because she took all the attention. Yep being a sibling of a brat is something else for the other siblings, but don't think the brattiness started recently, the root of bratitude(yep, made it up) is a seed that is fed by many fertilizers, and watered unwittingly by the siblings, parents, teachers, and whomever is around the bratty sibling, they take whoever they're around and make them feed the seed of bratitude they have deeply rooted where there heart should be.
        This topic came to me when I was watching the news, and of course the news is just a bucket of happy now a days (sarcastic), but anyways I was watching the news and I realized that most of the issues that we are supposed to receive in grade school or before at home are the reasons why we suck fail as adults. Some personal skills include, listening, paying attention, silence while others are speaking, sharing, humility, responsibility, cooperation just to name a few, oh and my favorite one is keeping your hands to yourself. Now, I don't have children, but I do observe children on a daily basis and have a personal understanding that they grow into adults. So if little Tommy is throwing things that don't belong to him at 7 and 8, if you never correct him, he's going to jail for assault as an adult. Yeah I can hear it now,  "That's dramatic, and blah blah blah," but it's my personal opinion that this everyones a winner, as long as you treat me like everyone else, but I have special issues that require me to not be treated like everyone else so don't treat me like everyone else but if you treat me different I'll tell blah, blah, blah is heading  going down a road of justifiable violence and circumstances that are ridiculous. 
        I remember the day where if the teacher threatened that they would call your parents it sparked fear in me, now if teachers say that, the student responds with laughing, and something like this "Call'em, the numbers ###-####," then the parent is called and they show up mad at the teacher for pulling them from work, which I question what work you could be doing that allowed you to get to the school house in five minutes still dressed in your cookie monster pajama pants, dingy white tank top and neon green flip flops and satin shower cap, keep in mind it's 2 PM, must be a laid back job, one of those stay at home- - -getting back on topic I'll  save that for another blog- - so the parent has been pulled from work and they blame the teacher for calling them about their child, when the actions that their child portrays at school they condone and allow at home are what cause the phone call to be made in the first place. What a way to point a finger, but since you feel like being childish I'll respond with a childish phrase, "Just remember he who points a finger has three pointing back at them."

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PUSH

Allow for a minute for yourself to be lost

Be broken shattered and in pieces

When the fires fully extinguished and you have no one and nothing left

When all you have left is a room with a window and silence an ashes

When you're so low you beg to differ if this is what God has allowed for your life

You question whether you'll live through it all to give a testimony to it

What is weight now? 

You've been holding up so much for so long that the boulder on your back is normal in comparison to the down pour of tears collecting in a pool at your feet

For a minute you stopped

You gave up a couple times but you didn't stay down for long

You don't understand your journey and you don't care anymore because all that you have left are theses four walls a roof and a floor

So you bend down close your eyes and you pray until something happens

You PUSH because everyone whoever cared about you is miles down the road 6 feet under 

And they're watching, they're rooting for you to stand to keep on because they know that the only reason you're going through so much is because some don't want you to win because they know that what's  at the end I this is so grand they don't want you to have it

So you PUSH

You may be here for hours and nothing, it could be days, months or even years and nothing 

But you PUSH

Because literally no ones going to do  it for you 

Look around, whose left?

No one 

So you must PUSH

If giving up is your game plan you better have another because that isn't an option for you

YOU BETTER PUSH!

Pray Until Something Happens

IF

Every negative thought

Turned into a positive thought

All mountains moved

All the wrongs in the world were made right

I had a nickel for

I'd be rich for

Being rich financially is overrated 

Being rich makes you happy so must loneliness

I had been given that life over there

Things were different

I could make logic out of this jacked world

I could find happiness

All joy was truly easy to come by like breathing

Man I forgot to say if

There's Something Else

There's something else

Don't know what it is, or when it's coming or how

But I know there is something else

So if everyday is mundane

And the challenges are few

Are we to be acceptant of that?

Does the mundane lead to the greatness that we're promised?

To me no

So I'm left believing that there's something else

I'll hold onto that glimmer of something else until I die, no matter how small it is

Because change doesn't come from mundane and normal

Change comes from suffering, letting your faith and spirt be stretched 

to its point of breaking, and sometimes being broken is the bulb of the something else that is planted deep in the ground and over time forms the roots necessary to make a stronger, better plant

So I'll be here waiting for that something else, and you can join me or not

On The Mend

If there's no other choice

If all there is left is the breath in your lungs

Then take that air and scream

Scream until you feel normal

Scream until you run out of air then take another breath

If there's another morning that you get to see

And you can see

Then gaze around and count the walls 

Don't blink too much don't pass by people, places and things without appropriately introducing yourself

Discover all that you weren't allowed to touch and touch it over and over until it's so familiar you feel it before you think

If your heart is broken but still beating

I came to tell you that you're not dead yet no matter what your mind thinks

So take that heart and it's broken parts and mend

It won't be over night, it's going to take years until you're fully adjusted

But you have to start somewhere 

You won't stay this way forever no matter what your head says

You mend

You mend through whatever it is that takes you out of yourself, if it worries you, sparks fear do it

Remember you're here for a purpose

One you'll never understand or know

But nothing can function broken at least not for long so mend 

Giving Thanks In All Places

Do you ever think about the opportunities that you did and didn't have?

The paths that others had versus yours?

        I like to believe that it's human nature to compare ourselves to one another, but lately I've been thinking about how if I had been given a different set of opportunities would I be further than I am? Better, smarter? Would I be as resilient, strong(minded/willed) as capable? It's just a question that I've been bouncing around in my head some? I guess I times I feel that a lot of involuntary situations ill affected my life, caused me to safely play the game of chess, be the pawn (Shouts out to sumofherparts blog) instead of having my own board? Caused me to be submissive instead of assertive and created a false masks that I've been upholding for years. It's easy to say that if my parents had more of this, and did this and blah blah blah, but I really do wonder how my life would have turned out if I hadn't of had to grow up so quickly experiencing loss so early in my childhood.
        I understand experiences are good and bad, either way we're supposed to learn from them, I get it, I know and understand it but my mind still wonders, wanders. Everyone's had there experiences with life, everyone's had there trauma's that's what makes us different, but I have to stand on my box and say not many can walk this walk that I do and still stand. I'm no conceded by any means but I know others would have lost there minds and completely shut down given my situation. Now yes, I've had my moments of collapse, literally and emotional, but saying that "Oh you're just going through a hard time, it will get better, pray on it" is not as comforting, and is more insulting to me than most would know. I say I perceive it as an insult for multiple reasons, one the source where those words come from, the lack of sincerity maybe, half the people that say those kind of things are usually as deep as a kiddie pool in the desert. To say I'm angered toward my life experiences is honest, and some may say but. . . . . . and ramble off all the good things, that's good for your optimist mind, but to the world I'm a pessimist, not a realist as I like to say, and my world is a different place than what the movies depict. It's a world where stability, trust, honesty and love are a figment of imagination. It's a world where if you're not careful realization will come and smack you around a couple times leaving you bruised and beaten and lost, crawling on your hands and knees, completely turned around and wondering if I could have changed that one period, stopped right and made the choice marked with a question mark then would where I am now be different?
        As for me I don't know, but I feel like that answer is leaning toward a yes. I don't fault anyone or anything I just understand and am thankful for the life I'm dealt, I'm thankful anyhow I just wonder what the other side of my life looks like.

See Ya, God Bless