Stop saying knitting is something only old ladies do.
I learned to knit when I was a kid. I knit scarves for my friends when I was in high school.
I knit when I became a stay-at-home-mom.
I’ve knit off and on my whole life. I didn’t consider myself “old” then and I certainly don’t consider myself “old” now.
Kids knit. Teenagers knit. Women of all ages knit. Men of all ages knit.
Knitting is not something only old ladies do.
So just stop it.
I don’t like change.
I got a new computer at work yesterday and I don’t like. It has the newest operating system and it’s different from what I had before.
My old email program isn’t compatible with this new OS so I have to get used to another one.
The IT man misspelled my name on the server.
And to top it all off, I was introduced to someone last evening and the new acquaintance shortened my name to one syllable.
Pat.
My name is Patricia and I go by “Patti”. With an “i”. And I’ve always spelled with an “i”.
When I was in first grade, I remember the student teacher helping me print my name. She said it was misspelled and sent a note home with me to my mother. My mother wrote back and told the student teacher that my name was spelled correctly. With an “i”.
Don’t change my name.
…or should have been to the bag boy at the market this morning.
I try to help out the person who’s bagging my purchases when I unload my groceries from the cart. I keep the refrigerated things together so they can be bagged together. I detest plastic bags and have a variety of bags I reuse. Some are insulated for cold items so they stay cold and don’t sweat. The bag boy was yakking to the bag boy in the next lane and wasn’t paying attention to what he was doing. None of my refrigerated things got into the insulated bags. Not really a big issue since it wasn’t above 50 degrees today but it still ticked me off.
The checkout girl started helping the bag boy and noticed the insulated bags had not been used.
I said, “He’s not paying attention.”
Bag Boy, “Huh?”
I said, “It doesn’t matter now.”
Bag Boy, “Wha…?”
“Pay attention to what you’re doing, not to your friend over there,” I said calmly.
Funny how quiet the store got and this is a pretty big store. You could have heard a pin drop. My groceries were quickly bagged and I was out of there.
I worked retail for many, many years and the customer in front of me was the most important person in the world during that transaction. This was called customer service.
Times are tough out there and businesses need customers. If you work in retail, do yourself and your employer a favor. Pay attention to the customer in front of you. Be courteous. Be professional. They are paying your salary.
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