stop talking and listen. you work in customer service, meaning i’m the customer and you’re the service. what service do i need you to provide? well, i’m trying to answer that question if you shut up long enough to listen. are you aware that one of the most disrespectful things you can do to another person is to not listen to them? did you know that? because it’s true. look it up, it’s in the thing.
you have a job to do. i’ve worked in customer service, i get it, it can be tough. but if you hate your life, that’s your doing. i have no patience for you in these moments because while i understand some circumstances cannot be overcome immediately, how we choose to deal with them is absolutely up to us. it’s your choice to be an asshole or not. just like it was my choice to breath through that conversation instead of asking you what time you get off so i can measure whether or not i have time to get there and kick you in the face.
the service i require your assistance with is a pretty important one. the trickle-down effect of your bad attitude and refusal to help have major repercussions in my life and well-being. so, while my inner-old-me wants to find you and kick you in the face, the more evolved me is going to let it go. for now. after this post. i’m going to trust my karmic beliefs, i’m going to try and get this issue resolved, and move on.
but if you mess with me again, all that goes out the door and i’m kicking you in the face.
sincerely,
tiffany
today is the 321st day of the year. (i know that because my planner says so and i’ve secretly been looking forward to one of my fave # combos-backwards for days, since discovering it while making a to-do note last week.) but yes, today is the 321st day of the year. a year that has brought many surprises/unexpected happenings. some of which, i’ll list now:
my brother, Jarek, moved to new york.
i started blogging.
i actually had a birthday party. and it was fun.
i finally decided to move to LA.
i then, decided to put the decision on hold.
i discovered my lack of comfort was ailing me, not a lack of achievement.
i still need spell-check to spell “achievement” correctly.
i actually have girlfriends. and, i love them.
i have a “9 to 5” for the first time e-ver and i don’t hate it. at all.
i’m a bit of a writer.
in the midst of starting a new gig, moving-madness and trying not to let my relationship get shit on in the process, i’ve had some rather recent personal discoveries. one of which came while reading an interview between Gayle & Oprah. (yes, first name basis.) well, it was actually a dream that woke me up in the middle of the night, in a cold sweat, the night following reading the interview. O was referring to her journals, as she often does, and i thought to myself “why haven’t you been journaling?”. me, of all people, should have been keeping journals for years. i should have volumes of writings. but, i don’t. i don’t have a single completely filled journal. and, i finally discovered-well, remembered-why. it turns out, it was a completely suppressed memory that i only realized was suppressed after waking up from my dream with a complete recollection of the events that turned me off journals, for the last 12 years.
in an effort to continue to live a very personalized life, i will take another crack at keeping a journal. ya know, for the things i can’t say here. in public forum. not that this blog hasn’t served as some sort of lighter version of creative release. it makes me sorda sad to think back to all the wonderful things i could have made record of. i also think, for this next era of existence, i’ll benefit from taking a few moments to keep record of lessons/trials/blessings/events. and the thoughts i’ll have along the way.
