Well now, it's been a few months since the 45th took office and I'm still not impressed with his actions nor his choice for cabinet members. Thus far it has seemed like everything that President Obama put into effect, he's signing orders reversing these directives. I'm so lost and I am so hopeful that we don't end in all sorts of nuclear Holocaust.
However, my dislike for 45 is not why I am writing tonight. I have some thoughts of some of the news issues that have been going on. My main thing has been the whole scandal with United Airlines. I am not a member of the airlines community, I am not an expert of policy and procedure of United Airlines either, so I can only have my opinion on this whole thing.
So, this is my take on it. To start with, according to what I have read from members of the airline community, flights are not overbooked to start with. To say that they are overbooked seems to me that they have yet to master how to count seats and people, and even my lovely 10 year old can do that, so, it's wasn't that the flight was overbooked. A flight had been cancelled and instead of being able to ask for volunteers while they were still sitting in the terminal, the cancelation was, by definition, emergency. Thus, the passengers were already on the flight and taking their seats. When asked if 4 people could give up their seat for the crew that needed to get somewhere, no one did. At this point, knowing that no one volunteered for this, they had to draw names. I can only assume that after telling the passengers that they would be voluntold to leave the flight, those four would not be happy campers in any way. Of course they would be reimbursed for the cost. Three people got up when their numbers or seats had been called. I know if it had been me and I had been told that I would have to give up my seat, I would be upset, but, I digress. The forth and final passenger who was to leave, refused to give up their seat. He was a doctor and needed to be somewhere soon, thus he needed to stay on the flight. This, as we all know, doesn't end well for him. Police need to be called to get this gentleman off the flight in order to make room for this crew, the flight is now delayed, no one is going anywhere. Now the cops have to be called.
In my experience, once the police have been called, there has been enough time that this person has tried to be reasoned with. I am sure that as soon as the cops arrive in any situation, it's not probably the best thing. The cops arrive and have to forcibly remove this gentleman from his seat. He sustains injuries from this episode. At no time do you hear anyone say that no, take my seat, don't hurt him, he's a doctor. Nope. Not at all. They all cry and whine and record this on their phones. The other passengers weren't concerned about this man a few minutes before the cops were called. No one else said they would give up their seats, so why are these same people crying foul? It makes no sense to me.
I have also read excerpts of United Airlines Policy about this kind of thing, and yes, they are well within their rights to remove someone from a flight like this. Does this mean that he needed to get his nose broken? I don't know. Police seem to amped up these days and on high alert from the last few years of the violence surrounding them and certain cases. It can't be an easy job that they have, I tend to try to give both parties the benefit of the doubt until more comes out of it.
I think for me, it becomes a matter of being socially responsible. We have become a society of selfish beings. It's only about number one. We don't like being responsible for our own actions, we think the world revolves around us and when we are unintentionally slighted, we blame others for it instead of thinking it may have something to do with us. Or maybe just realize that it wasn't on purpose and some times, we have to accept that we don't always get our way. Makes me so crazy. And it's not just the millennials who have this going for them. Lots of people my age and older have gotten so used to interacting with a computer screen, they have forgotten how to treat a person. We look at a woman wanting to utilize Planned Parenthood as some sort of whores who are the lowest of the low. What about seeing them as women who are trying to be responsible adults properly using contraception. We have allowed the church for far too many years preach the only safe sex is abstinence, but, that's not a practical way to deal with raging hormones. By taking away our interaction with each other has only social media has, we no longer empathize with others. We only see what horrible people they must be for doing xyz... It's out of control.
What will happen to this man, I don't know. I don't actually care at this point either. I find it to be more heinous of the other passengers to not give up their seats so this man could have stayed on the flight. What will happen to United Airlines, only time will tell if this is something they end up losing massive customers for. I know they have lost the man in question as a customer. For me, I'm a big fan of Southwest Airlines for three little words. Bags. Fly. Free. Yay!!
I don't know how to fix this problem. Get people to stop spending so much time with their electronics, yeah, not going to happen. The less we have to interact with others, the happier so are becoming. That's why I work in customer service. That's actually why I like working where I do. It may not be the best job, but I feel I'm pretty good at it, and I want to get better. I like the people side to things. But, more like helping them feel like someone is listening to what they need. That's all they want, understanding.
So, here's to you and all that we may be able to understand together in this life. Peace Friends. Be Responsible. Be Happy. Smile. Help Others... They just need a hand.
Thursday, April 20, 2017
Sunday, April 16, 2017
Questions???
This week is nearly closed. Tomorrow is Friday and then I shall have the wonderful pleasure of running. A lot. Like 20 miles over two days, which to some doesn't seem like a lot, but, it's good for me. I will be doing a half marathon next weekend. It's a virtual race, so I can do it anytime, but this is the week that I have chosen to do it.
The week began like most others. Get up, go to work. I had interviewed for a different position which would have been a good size raise, but, it would mean a longer commute. I wanted it, but I wasn't sure if I was up for it. I was not the one chosen, so, when I came home on Monday night, I was feeling pretty blue. I cried and suddenly felt the total and complete insignificance that I have to the greater good of the world. While I wasn't the person chosen, the one who was, is probably super excited and ready for what this job holds and is going to be great. And in their world, it's everything. And I started to ponder my own significance to my small world.
To the people with whom I share my personal life, I feel like I am a rockstar. I have an amazing husband that I am head over heels for. I have two beautiful girls who are so wonderful to be around. I have my sisters that I love more than the world, (and that includes my sisters whom I have chosen, you are my sisters) and my parents whom I depend on still for emotional support. I love the life I have. I have been influenced by some amazing wonderful people whom I still call family, though miles and miles separate us. There have been beautiful things that I have gone through, and there are some really shitty things that I have come out on the other of wondering how did I make it out.
I have known love of a few men, and for those I am very lucky to have known it. I have taken the good out of those experiences and moved on from the parts that made my heart hurt. There have even been two that I would have run away with if they had asked me to drop every thing and go with them.
I have done very stupid things as well. I have been an evil bitch to people just because I could. I have been a huge bad shit talker. but through all of these events, I have always felt that I was meant for something huge. Something so much bigger than what I can understand, and for a long time, I have been under the impression that it had to do with having a lot of money.
The prospect of this job that I had seen, was the money aspect. And in this line of thinking, due to the lifestyle with which I had become accustomed to, this was going to mean I was coming up in the world. And, I couldn't see that which is was much more important than having money. The ones that I share my life with, this is the significance of my life. Now, the money aspect would have been lovely, but, it's not all that important. What is important is sleeping upstairs. What is important is the content of my character, and, my daily run which helps my mind. What's important is that I am a good mother and a good wife and a friend. What's important is not about being popular, but being fair.
I'm certainly not a perfect person, I make mistakes daily. I make mistakes at work and that makes me crazy, I snap at my little one more than I should, but, I try to be better everyday. And I may never be monetarily well off. But I have riches. I have riches beyond measure. I have a family that I couldn't be more excited about, I have friends whom I trust, I have a job that wants me to stay and learn and move forward. I have a car that run, and an apartment to live in that is a home in every respect. I have more than 90% of the world. I am so grateful for my life and what I do have.
Here's hoping for dreams that come true. Good night all... Peace
The week began like most others. Get up, go to work. I had interviewed for a different position which would have been a good size raise, but, it would mean a longer commute. I wanted it, but I wasn't sure if I was up for it. I was not the one chosen, so, when I came home on Monday night, I was feeling pretty blue. I cried and suddenly felt the total and complete insignificance that I have to the greater good of the world. While I wasn't the person chosen, the one who was, is probably super excited and ready for what this job holds and is going to be great. And in their world, it's everything. And I started to ponder my own significance to my small world.
To the people with whom I share my personal life, I feel like I am a rockstar. I have an amazing husband that I am head over heels for. I have two beautiful girls who are so wonderful to be around. I have my sisters that I love more than the world, (and that includes my sisters whom I have chosen, you are my sisters) and my parents whom I depend on still for emotional support. I love the life I have. I have been influenced by some amazing wonderful people whom I still call family, though miles and miles separate us. There have been beautiful things that I have gone through, and there are some really shitty things that I have come out on the other of wondering how did I make it out.
I have known love of a few men, and for those I am very lucky to have known it. I have taken the good out of those experiences and moved on from the parts that made my heart hurt. There have even been two that I would have run away with if they had asked me to drop every thing and go with them.
I have done very stupid things as well. I have been an evil bitch to people just because I could. I have been a huge bad shit talker. but through all of these events, I have always felt that I was meant for something huge. Something so much bigger than what I can understand, and for a long time, I have been under the impression that it had to do with having a lot of money.
The prospect of this job that I had seen, was the money aspect. And in this line of thinking, due to the lifestyle with which I had become accustomed to, this was going to mean I was coming up in the world. And, I couldn't see that which is was much more important than having money. The ones that I share my life with, this is the significance of my life. Now, the money aspect would have been lovely, but, it's not all that important. What is important is sleeping upstairs. What is important is the content of my character, and, my daily run which helps my mind. What's important is that I am a good mother and a good wife and a friend. What's important is not about being popular, but being fair.
I'm certainly not a perfect person, I make mistakes daily. I make mistakes at work and that makes me crazy, I snap at my little one more than I should, but, I try to be better everyday. And I may never be monetarily well off. But I have riches. I have riches beyond measure. I have a family that I couldn't be more excited about, I have friends whom I trust, I have a job that wants me to stay and learn and move forward. I have a car that run, and an apartment to live in that is a home in every respect. I have more than 90% of the world. I am so grateful for my life and what I do have.
Here's hoping for dreams that come true. Good night all... Peace
Monday, April 3, 2017
The Sounds of Silence
I have not done my part of this side of the resolutions. Not sure if I will be able to remedy that, but, it's all good. I have been silent for a reason though. Not because I was sick or hurt or incapacitated in any way, just haven't really turned on my computer in a while. It's strange that I'm not on it all the time anymore.
There is so much going on in the last few months that for me, it's hard to come to grips with it. I find it humorous at times but mostly frightening and sad and horrifying at the same time. I can't understand what's going on, or why the letter R behind your name gives the idea that there are no consequences for actions. Who is representing whom at this point?
Anyhow, on to life. My goal of running is coming along, slowly this month, but, it's only half way done, I plan on a late comeback for it. I think signing up for another half at the end of April will give me something to shot for. I have found a book on training plans. I think I will use it. I want to be able to qualify for the big one, Boston Marathon at some point in my life. Sooner rather that later would be good, but, I can wait. And train. And be diligent in my training.
Self evaluation is going well. I have managed to do that a bit every day, and I think it helps. Maybe one day I can be at work all day and not make a snide comment or one that may be taken the wrong way. I am doing my best every day, I guess that's all I can do. This past month, I haven't been on my running as much as I would like to have been. I needed to rest for a few days at the start of the month. My shins were killing me, and for those 6 long days with no runs in them, I noticed how quickly my waist size can compound without my running daily. I wore my compressing socks this whole time as well to make sure that the blood was doing it's thing in my legs properly. Slowly, I got back to my normal running. Well, as of now, a month after that rest.
I managed to run in my first major race this year. The Rock 'N' Roll Marathon series in Phoenix is where I did my first half marathon race. There were so many people there. I was number 19074. Started about an hour after the clock did, but, I was pleased with my performance. I am really looking forward to signing up for a full marathon next year. Yes, I will be brave enough to run a full marathon. And I have some help from a book on training as well as a support group that is out of this world awesome. I like that they all seem to want to be each other's cheerleaders for our successes and our downfalls. It's like being in the Navy again, but with people who generally like to run more. And longer. And we smile more than my counter parts did out on the ocean. I have signed up for a half at the end of the month. I'm super excited about it. It's a virtual race, but I think I should be out there, that morning of the race and know that while I'm not there with them right then, I'm with them, the whole 13.1 miles. I already have my medal and shirt. And the medal is a frame. So I have a photo that is of my and my best friend at out first race together. I keep trying to get Nessa to do more with me. She's not a half person, which is cool. But she cheers me on and that is even better!
I think it must be getting old for some of my friends to read about me running. I mean, it's really all I do and say that I do. I shop for food and shit like that, I went bra shopping with Piper, and yet, all I was thinking about was running. I have noticed a few little things in my body change as well since I began this journey two years ago. I don't feel like I'm going nuts anymore. This was certainly a huge thing for me. One day it was the end of the world and the very next I was over the moon excited about not a damn thing. Running gave me my attitude back. It is also more expensive than what I had originally thought it would be. Shoes are nice and pricey. I try to pay a bit less for my clothes, which is why I shop at Ross, but I will pay good money for shoes that don't hurt. It's imperative that I take care of my feet. They are the base of my structure. I have to make them happy. They are the ones who absorb all of the shock of running and carrying this frame (and it's not that small of a frame).
Work seems to be good. I am enjoying my job. I like the people that I work with, all of them in fact. I am working on moving up. I am hopeful, but, if it doesn't happen, I will keep trying and pushing forward. No need to cry in my Cheerios for too long. I still long to do massage. I love doing it, and it makes me feel at peace with life. Not too sure why, but, it does. I just can't do 7 in a day and not hurt from it. I still have dreams for it. About getting a job as the corporate massage therapist for Gravity Payments. I know it would be an amazing adventure to do that. I keep trying. Tonight it may be wishful thinking, but, something in the back of my head says don't give up, it's only a matter of time.
Lastly, there is that one topic that I have failed to mention. The 45th. I am not a fan. I am not pleased with the idea of him deconstructing our environmental protections so his cronies can make more money and fuck the rest of us. I am not happy with our Senate selling our private browser history to companies. Talk about invasion of privacy. I am not happy with the many things going on in our government. I am pleased to see more conversations that need to happen being out there. I am glad that people are taking action. I am however, saddened by how many don't vote. Thinking that my vote doesn't matter. There is so much that matters, and voting is one of those things that I feel super strongly about. I find him to be in over his head. He pouts like a child who doesn't get his way. He is slanderous of our media. He thinks that banning a religious group is going to somehow keep the bad people out. He is so many many things, but, I can't see any good coming from this administration. I see a lot of discrimination, a lot of hate and bigotry, a lot of the worst of people. And it makes me feel like they asked for it.
I think my love would make a fine president. If he could make it through the election process. He is so very intelligent, so very keen on human nature. I love what says about so many things. And don't get me wrong, I don't agree with him on everything, how can I? We see things differently due to our upbringing and experiences. But we work together to make things workable. He is one of a kind, and I love that about him.
If you're upset about the way things are going in your political arena, I suggest you speak up. Do something for your cause. I may not be able to do much, but I can write. I can and I will continue to write as long as I am permitted to do so. Hopefully, when I do, it's educated and I don't make an ass of myself in the process. And even if I do, oh well. I have had thoughts over the years on how to solve the problems in our country, and they have been bad ideas. Ideas that are impractical and stupid. And the beauty of it, is I can change my mind, and say, I was wrong about this. That's a bad idea.
Time to get moving now, there is ice cream in the freeze and fresh strawberries for dessert... Wanna know how I remember to spell dessert? It has two s's. Because it's so sweet... Night all!
There is so much going on in the last few months that for me, it's hard to come to grips with it. I find it humorous at times but mostly frightening and sad and horrifying at the same time. I can't understand what's going on, or why the letter R behind your name gives the idea that there are no consequences for actions. Who is representing whom at this point?
Anyhow, on to life. My goal of running is coming along, slowly this month, but, it's only half way done, I plan on a late comeback for it. I think signing up for another half at the end of April will give me something to shot for. I have found a book on training plans. I think I will use it. I want to be able to qualify for the big one, Boston Marathon at some point in my life. Sooner rather that later would be good, but, I can wait. And train. And be diligent in my training.
Self evaluation is going well. I have managed to do that a bit every day, and I think it helps. Maybe one day I can be at work all day and not make a snide comment or one that may be taken the wrong way. I am doing my best every day, I guess that's all I can do. This past month, I haven't been on my running as much as I would like to have been. I needed to rest for a few days at the start of the month. My shins were killing me, and for those 6 long days with no runs in them, I noticed how quickly my waist size can compound without my running daily. I wore my compressing socks this whole time as well to make sure that the blood was doing it's thing in my legs properly. Slowly, I got back to my normal running. Well, as of now, a month after that rest.
I managed to run in my first major race this year. The Rock 'N' Roll Marathon series in Phoenix is where I did my first half marathon race. There were so many people there. I was number 19074. Started about an hour after the clock did, but, I was pleased with my performance. I am really looking forward to signing up for a full marathon next year. Yes, I will be brave enough to run a full marathon. And I have some help from a book on training as well as a support group that is out of this world awesome. I like that they all seem to want to be each other's cheerleaders for our successes and our downfalls. It's like being in the Navy again, but with people who generally like to run more. And longer. And we smile more than my counter parts did out on the ocean. I have signed up for a half at the end of the month. I'm super excited about it. It's a virtual race, but I think I should be out there, that morning of the race and know that while I'm not there with them right then, I'm with them, the whole 13.1 miles. I already have my medal and shirt. And the medal is a frame. So I have a photo that is of my and my best friend at out first race together. I keep trying to get Nessa to do more with me. She's not a half person, which is cool. But she cheers me on and that is even better!
I think it must be getting old for some of my friends to read about me running. I mean, it's really all I do and say that I do. I shop for food and shit like that, I went bra shopping with Piper, and yet, all I was thinking about was running. I have noticed a few little things in my body change as well since I began this journey two years ago. I don't feel like I'm going nuts anymore. This was certainly a huge thing for me. One day it was the end of the world and the very next I was over the moon excited about not a damn thing. Running gave me my attitude back. It is also more expensive than what I had originally thought it would be. Shoes are nice and pricey. I try to pay a bit less for my clothes, which is why I shop at Ross, but I will pay good money for shoes that don't hurt. It's imperative that I take care of my feet. They are the base of my structure. I have to make them happy. They are the ones who absorb all of the shock of running and carrying this frame (and it's not that small of a frame).
Work seems to be good. I am enjoying my job. I like the people that I work with, all of them in fact. I am working on moving up. I am hopeful, but, if it doesn't happen, I will keep trying and pushing forward. No need to cry in my Cheerios for too long. I still long to do massage. I love doing it, and it makes me feel at peace with life. Not too sure why, but, it does. I just can't do 7 in a day and not hurt from it. I still have dreams for it. About getting a job as the corporate massage therapist for Gravity Payments. I know it would be an amazing adventure to do that. I keep trying. Tonight it may be wishful thinking, but, something in the back of my head says don't give up, it's only a matter of time.
Lastly, there is that one topic that I have failed to mention. The 45th. I am not a fan. I am not pleased with the idea of him deconstructing our environmental protections so his cronies can make more money and fuck the rest of us. I am not happy with our Senate selling our private browser history to companies. Talk about invasion of privacy. I am not happy with the many things going on in our government. I am pleased to see more conversations that need to happen being out there. I am glad that people are taking action. I am however, saddened by how many don't vote. Thinking that my vote doesn't matter. There is so much that matters, and voting is one of those things that I feel super strongly about. I find him to be in over his head. He pouts like a child who doesn't get his way. He is slanderous of our media. He thinks that banning a religious group is going to somehow keep the bad people out. He is so many many things, but, I can't see any good coming from this administration. I see a lot of discrimination, a lot of hate and bigotry, a lot of the worst of people. And it makes me feel like they asked for it.
I think my love would make a fine president. If he could make it through the election process. He is so very intelligent, so very keen on human nature. I love what says about so many things. And don't get me wrong, I don't agree with him on everything, how can I? We see things differently due to our upbringing and experiences. But we work together to make things workable. He is one of a kind, and I love that about him.
If you're upset about the way things are going in your political arena, I suggest you speak up. Do something for your cause. I may not be able to do much, but I can write. I can and I will continue to write as long as I am permitted to do so. Hopefully, when I do, it's educated and I don't make an ass of myself in the process. And even if I do, oh well. I have had thoughts over the years on how to solve the problems in our country, and they have been bad ideas. Ideas that are impractical and stupid. And the beauty of it, is I can change my mind, and say, I was wrong about this. That's a bad idea.
Time to get moving now, there is ice cream in the freeze and fresh strawberries for dessert... Wanna know how I remember to spell dessert? It has two s's. Because it's so sweet... Night all!
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