Hard To Believe I Was On the Honor Roll

All through my years of schooling, I maintained consistently high grades; honor roll every year. Except for algebra my junior year of high school. That ruined my GPA for one entire year. (Stupid math.) I did redeem myself in college though. While still struggling with numbers, I managed to get a B- in algebra my last year. I had to pass that class or I wouldn’t graduate. But I did. Again, with honors. Whew. But, I digress. At present, there are many days I do some incredibly stupid, not A+ or even B- things, and certainly not honor roll things. It’s like my brain forgets to do its job. I used to be “with it.” I used to not need notes to remember things. I used to use common sense and logic to figure things out. Nowadays, not so much. Some days I don’t even recognize myself because I do some really dumb stuff.

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Why A Smart Ass Shouldn’t Run An Inn

Running an inn is not without its challenges. But, for the most part it’s pretty stress-free and interesting. There are extremely busy days, mountains of laundry, always some fix-it job that needs doing, but nothing that poses life or death decisions for the most part. Except during tornadoes, but let’s not go there.

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Snicker Snort

I don’t know about you but I love corny jokes and slogans. You know the ones I’m talking about, the ones that make you groan, roll your eyes and snicker snort. Not an all out belly laugh, but that little giggle that halfway comes out your nose. I’m a sucker for that kind of stuff. Stupid stuff. The world – in my humble opinion – needs more stupid snicker snort moments.

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Office Etiquette For the Real World

Today I’m going to let you in on a little secret. I hate working in a professional office. It’s not the dressing up to look the part, it’s not the high expectations by my boss, it’s the constant need to filter my thoughts before they manifest themselves in verbal form. That’s right, I’m talking about being politically correct. Before you read any more, I must give a warning right now – offensive language follows, so if you’re easily offended, stop reading right now.

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Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t think it’s right to bad-mouth people or undermine authority, or intentionally hurt someone’s feelings. However, I believe if it’s called for, you should be able to say how you really feel.

For instance, I believe if one of our clients does something incredibly stupid and in direct opposition to advice they’ve been given, I should be able to say, “You’re an idiot.” Because, let’s face it, they are. If they go out and commit some blatant offense, I should be allowed to say, “What the fuck were you thinking? You’re an idiot.”

And, for those constant naggers, you know the ones, they call several times a day to nag or complain, I should be able to say, “Let me just drop everything and work on your problem, because obviously YOU NEED HELP YOU LOSER.”

For those repeat offenders, yeah those bozos, I should just have a sign on my desk that says, “I’m sorry, I can’t fix stupid.” Of course, those repeat offenders won’t realize that the sign is posted for their benefit, so what would be the point, but you all know what I’m talking about. Don’t come in here asking for help and then ignore everything you’re advised to do or not do. That makes you a dumbshit.

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And, this doesn’t just apply to clients. I should be able to use the same non-filtered verbal thoughts when my boss procrastinates ad nauseum when preparing, nor not preparing something that needs to be prepared. I should have the right to say, without risk of losing my job, something like, “Poor planning on your part, does not constitute an emergency on mine. So, no I will not stay late to finish the project you should have been working on for the past three weeks.”

But, alas, polite society dictates that I not say those things. Instead I must bite my tongue, force a smile, and respond in a calm manner with some such nonsense that appeases them, even if it’s total bullshit. Because, THAT is what is expected. Let’s not call a spade a spade. Let’s be PC shall we. Bleeeeech.

So I comply, but then I blog about it all the while nursing my swollen tongue with an icy adult beverage. Thank God for alcohol.

How do you handle those “special” moments that require a honest answer? Don’t be afraid. Speak up. I won’t be offended.

Word of the Day: Afreet

Fun Fact about me:  I’m a little on the snarky side. It’s part of my charm.

Original post by Jansen Schmidt, February 2014. Images courtesy Google Images.

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