haiku on the subject of being a doormat: between the last appliance installation and this one i counted i have had to telephone these people twelve times about their failure to do what they had promised when they had promised it. and now, the twelfth time, i finally let them know what i think and how i feel about their wrongdoings and i didnt say that i was sorry this time and when he made his next promise, i said, yes, but, this time, you MUST do what you say. (which is a thing i learned from co-workers who arent doormats) and i didnt even say sorry after that. some of us spend our whole lives treating most of the people as if they all have us by the short hairs and its ridiculous. because, yes, lifes not fair, but every now and then it should be okay to say something direct about it. every day at least once i apologize to a person for the fact that the person mistreated me. guys. heres the breakdown: it turns out that Uber gives secret ratings to its customers. and, of course, dont piss off the people who handle your food. but besides that. a person has got to say something. or a person is going to get an ulcer. i am actually still shaking from having spoken the truth to someone. now i need carbs. and normally i would apologize to you for having written this or for being here at all but im going to continue this streak and just let you live with the fact that you read this. because: it was your choice. bye.
Posted on: Tue, 15 Jul 2014 14:53:50 +0000
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