I wrote a whole post once about grammar and spelling snobs only to find that the interwebs was alive with people complaining of the lacklustre nature of bloggers these days. I decided not to publish it because who wants to be accused of lacklustre blogging. Not I said the fly. But maybe that was the wrong decision. Who knows. Instead I’m going to ramble. Old school. Because nothing works wonders for my will to write, which has been a little M.I.A. this week than the good old randomness of a ramble post. I miss the clickity clack of keys. So click clack I go.
Another day and another co-worker says “eeeewwww, oh my gawd, what are you drinking…!?” as I sip my green smoothie at the front counter at work. Today’s concoction includes a half of an avocado and it is thick and rich. It’s also a little bitter thanks to some past its best celery. It’s green too. Very, very green. But that’s not really my point here, I don’t think. It might be. It’s just I find it really amusing when people don’t try new things.
I have this thing about matching stuff. It’s a display of control I am sure. But you’ll have to ask someone who knows such things. I like things to match and line up. It’s my thing, stop laughing. So why am I telling you this? Why share some random insight into the workings of my brain? Well, my friends, because something happened, something that pushed me over the edge.
Hubby was charged with remaking the bed after the sheets had been stripped. Later that evening as I climbed into bed I noticed that not only did the pillowcases not match {eeeek} but they didn’t match the mismatched top OR bottom sheet. It was a virtual patchwork of the lone sock types of our linen. I couldn’t sleep for a while just thinking about all those colours and patterns mixing together. That’s how I knew anxiety was back.
I meet a lot of people with my job. I’ve been called everything from sweet cheeks to an f’ing c-bomb {no really, SO classy}. The other day three people called me darling, so not all that bad in the scheme of things. One though was a man who we laughed and joked with while he waited. I made him a coffee, we talked, all was fine. Later the jokes got longer and the conversation started to rub me the wrong way. The shut up woman and listen conversation with a co-worker pushed me over the edge. He reminded me of the dude that Carry Bickmore came up against last month on The Project. I really, really dislike that sort of attitude. And apparently, it can’t be hidden for long.
People. It’s a funny thing to watch them go about their day from behind a reception desk. I see the best of some people, the worst of others. Sometimes the whole gambit of humanness in one person in one day. I still rely on my core principle that people are predominately good. Whenever that changes and I start to believe for just a moment that this isn’t the case it’s time for me to take a break. Step back and bask in the wonderful that is the people I love. I highly recommend it.
And then I write.
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Hi! I’m Melissa Walker Horn. Around here, they call me Suger. I’m the Chief Blogger and doer of all the things here at Suger Coat It. Blogging since 1901; I love a casual ootd, taking photos, and writing about things that irk or inspire me. I love wine and cheese, long days at the beach and spending time with my family. I make stuff for the internet over at Chalkboard Digital. You know, living the sweet life.
I know exactly who you were talking about, I was horrified by Johnny Rotten’s conversation (if you could even call it that) with Carrie on The Project. The best thing though, was hearing my 21 yr old brother protesting violently at the television, saying “Show some respect, you freaking douche” and “You can’t speak to women that way!”
That is a great upside. There weren’t many, I just kept thinking, why the hell are they letting this go on!? What a joke, that dude is a total pr whore.
Sometimes you just need a good word vomit to get yourself mentally back on track!
Absolutely. Yes.
I’m funny about spelling and grammar too, not so much the sheets. I understand your need to step back and be with friends though, I spend 5 hrs a day either on the phone to customers or face to face with them and you really do get the worst of people. Especially with my line of work there is ALWAYS something to bitch about! That’s why we are there! Chin up babe!
Thank you Emma. Seriously, these sheets were pushing me over the edge. WAAAAAAAAY over. Haha.
I’m a spelling and grammar snob, but I excuse your random stray apostrophes because you make me laugh. As for customers, a chat and a joke at the checkout are fine, but I’m not sure I could hold a longer conversation with any of them.
Haha. I’m glad. It drives my Mum nuts! Seriously nuts. And thank you.
I like a good ramble!
I do not know how you deal with folk face-to-face every day. I do my customer stuff exclusively over the phone and even that makes me do my block sometimes! and yeah, that certain type of man… they are the BLURST. Ugh.
I do like a good ramble.
I’m with you on the sheets, though I’m not sure it would keep me from sleeping 🙂
I don’t know how you deal with folk face-to-face every day. I’m a phone person at work and even that riles me up so much I do my block sometimes. In person I’d probably cry if someone yelled at me! And yeah, that certain type of man… is the BLURST. Ugh.
Me too. Clears the mind of the things rattling around in there. I’m a tough cookie when it comes down to it. I might have a little cry later, I seriously think it’s a fight or flight type natural response, but in the minute grrr, don’t mess with me!
Lol..I worried I was one of those bloggers they were talking about and got all self conscious. My best read post are the ones I don’t think too much about and go clickity clack…and so are yours! Hell throw in a typo so I can test my own spelling and grammar knowledge occasionally too …I don’t mind! Just get out there and be you cause that’s what we are here for …:)
If you’re enjoying yourself, writing and blogging because you like and enjoy it, then who cares. Promise. I’m sure most people it occurred to them that it might have been them. I doubt I’m even on their radar though. Thank you Gayel. Glad you’re here.