My ex asked me to stay away from her grandmothers funeral as me going would have made her new partner feel *uncomfortable* I'm so hurt as I had known her nanna for ten years. I respected my ex's wishes but feel I have been robbed of the right to grieve her.

Hicky
 

I hate working in cubicle set ups, lol. Twice in my career I've been in a cubicle setting and hated both times. Where I am now I started in a cubicle, but within a few months, the remodel that was ongoing when I got there was finished, including new office space, and I was moved into my permanent office, thank goodness!

The person now right outside my door in a cubicle is a chatter box. Sometimes my friend in the office closest to mine will hear when I'm penned up with her and will call me to break the chatter, but most of the time, I have to fake a conference call so I can close my door and break the conversation off, lol.

I don't mind anyone coming in to chat for a few minutes, but she breaks the time/speed speaking records almost daily! I feel your pain buddy!

Glynn

People and their sense of entitlement.

Yesterday I went to donate blood during the Pirate fest. Apparently it is very difficult to get donors during the last half of the month of December.
The Pirates were offering free admission to the Pirates fest, a special T shirt and a Pirate build a bear.

My admission was free because I am a season ticket holder, and I didn't want or need the other two things. I made an appointment for 10a. when the blood drive began. Ahead of me (somehow) were 6 walk ins. 3 couples with 8 kids total. I wasn't paying attention initially.

So the lady at the registration table takes some information from the walk ins and hands out the Free admission Ticket, the T shirt and the Pirate Bear. The guy closest to me, in a voice that made him sound like he was
*challenged* in some way, asked for two bears and two T shirts because he had a wittle brudder ah home. The registration lady politely said NO, she was sorry, one per person. I registered and gave him mine.

So we were sitting there and the six of them, me and another gentleman
were called to take the computer part of the screening. This is the hippa part where they ask you all the questions about any medications you take and recent tattoo's, travel, sexual partners etc.

We are sitting in a cube with only dark blue plexi glass dividing the work stations. I hear one voice say *Here it is, question 9, answer yes! the computer should shut off, YEP...it did.* Question 9. Have you knowingly had sex with a person who uses or used intravenous drugs illegally? Within seconds of each other, they left the cubicles. I completed my questionaire. My hair was standing on edge.

When I went back to my seat, they had out bags and they were scooping the snacks off the tables (that were for the people who donated blood) and filling up their bags. Not to mention the kids were running around screaming and carrying on. No supervision. Each of them had snacks in their hands and I saw empty or half empty wrappers every place. No one else was really there. I went over to the Lady at registration to tell her my observations, and what I overheard in the Hippa cubicle and she said
*Yes, we just became aware. They did this same thing for tickets to a baseball game.* The data base reflected it. But there wasn't anything she could do. So I sat back down and seethed.

The guy who was speaking like he was *challenged* was anxious to get into pirate fest, now that the tops of three 12 tops (round banquet tables that seat 12) were cleared of all the snacks and drinks, so he was laughing and speaking as normal as can be. That was all I could take.
I hate when I grow *balls*. I got up out of my seat and went over to him and said *Give me back that Bear and that T shirt, your 4th grade West Virginia education seems to be coming and going. EXCEPT (my pointer finger in his face) you seem to think people can't hear- you low life scammer! Question 9, ring a bell? Put every one of those bears, T shirts and all of those snacks you STOLE on the table and walk away while you still can. I already had them turn the cameras in this place on you (as I pointed up to the camera) they'll be watching your every move and my next call will be to the 4 police men at the entrance as you have just
committed a crime. It's called Theft by deception! Want to push your luck?* They left everything and almost tripped over each other getting the hell out of there.

My blood pressure was higher than it should of been, and they wouldn't let me donate for an hour.

I just can't stand scammers. Scamming the blood bank. Can you get any lower?

I am following thru on Yellow Bands thought. This is the time of year that many social service programs help the needy. I am one of those needy, but thankfully I dont have kids. I get by with the help of family and friends, and frugal resourcefulness. However, it PAINS me to no end as a long term liberal to go to programs that assist the needy and see people grab like maniacs all they can. From one program to another, they snatch up everything they can get. When I worked and ran programs around Christmas, I was dismayed to see families show up at the various programs i would put on, to get our free gifts. They got more gifts per child than my own child got from me. I know for a fact, some families got 5 turkeys one year apiece.

So what, you might ask. So what if they get alot during the holidays, because they live so pitifully all year round. Well, hate me if you want, but I know what a pack of cigarettes cost and when all the adults and some teens in the family all smoke. well, I see where the money for utilties go. We wont mention other addictions.

Assistance programs are not meant to enable people to stay poor. They are suppose to empower people to get on their feet. I NEVER ran a program that enabled anyone. If it didnt empower and actually make a difference, I wouldnt work there. And I wouldnt let someone sit in a chair of one of my programs that wasnt willing to work on getting out of poverty or whatever they were there for. No free rides. No entitlements...no one owes anyone anything just because they are poor. We owe them compassion and assistance but thats not forever if they arent willing to help themselves, no matter how small of an effort they can make on their own part! SOMETHING!

i was talking to a nun who helps hand out Christmas food and gifts to the needy. Her church asks families what the children might like. They get lists that include all the new game systems, tiny tykes playhouses, computers, etc. Really? three kids in one family all want their own laptop and one of them is 4 years old. Shakes my head.

she asked me what i wanted. I said garden seeds. So I can raise my own food and enjoy the outdoors. Who would have thought that would make a nun cry. I gave her basil out of my garden last year. Thats how we met. i raise food to eat and give away.

I am sickened by our greedy...the rich as well as the poor. greed raises fools on both ends of our economy....

The one thing that popped into my head when I read this was a funny line from an old movie which I am sure most don't know but it goes like this..."Life is a banquet and most poor suckers are starving!" :nerd:

This really made me smile. You earned your cape and mask, SB/YB!

Auntie Mame.

Rosalind Russell.

My favorite movie of all time!

Friends and thanks.

Feels like I used to have more people to talk to. I work nights. Most folks, friends and family, are asleep when I get off work. My BFF no longer works with me. And right now, well, she's so unstable I can't talk to her about anything or anyone but her -- I love her and I don't resent it because I know she can't help it, but sometimes I need to talk about me and my own issues. ... So yeah. Thank you BFP for being a good place to vent and for all the good people I've met here. I feel like there's at least the possibility of human conversation, even if it's only an occasional msg from an online acquaintance, and it gets me through my shift and home sane. ;)

the power of love....and although the feeling can be there for a long time...recognized....how quickly it can evolve into something....amazing beyond imagination...

Its been a super long couple days, I worked hard helping a friend and it felt so rewarding, but I am glad to be home, and entertaining another friend for a couple days.

How could someone not recognize Mame!!

I ask this of myself and others.
 

When you say, "I love you".. is that what you truly mean/feel?

I wanna know why people just disappear/leave without saying goodbye first.

I have come to terms with the fact that we never fully “get over” traumatic stuff that happens to us in either childhood or adulthood. It would be just as hazardous to deny it affects us as it would be to allow it to define us.

As we grow we learn tools, whether healthy or unhealthy, to fight back the demons that sometimes attack – day or night; alone or in a crowd, but that doesn’t erase the fact that the demons do in fact come back.

I am leery of anyone who claims to have no demons from their past, chances are they’re surrounded and don’t even know it.

Excuses... and why people feel entitled to make them rather than saying, "I'm sorry for hurting your feelings."

coffee....making someone smile with reassurance....and always thinking about those special someones.....also thinking that i really really need to try to finish up holiday shopping....and what it would be like if we could spend christmas THERE....