Bruce Of The Day ~ Happy Friday ~

Happy Good Friday Y'all.

There is something that I feel a need to vent about..so bear with me.

I was raised by two parents who tried , and more often than not failed, when I was young to instill certain modes of behavior in me.

One in particular was " It's not what you say but the way you say it."

All well and good.

As an adult , I do sincerely try to be mindful of this and embrace it.

Partially because of the nature of my position at the office.

Partially as an attempt to embrace civility.

Partially because I can still at the age of 55 hear my late parents voices in my head....yeah...I know...scary/sad but true.

It just amazes me how a simple statement , sans attitude can be taken so amiss.

Bear in mind that I am not exactly proud of the fact that I have a mouth like a sailor on shore leave.

And there is often a disconnect between the brain and the orifice.

And I have a considerable temper.

And I do not suffer fools.

Egad, " Confessions R Us ".

Here are just two examples.

A few years ago, we went to go see family out of state. They had /have a young child and I made the remark to them that I was " going to be careful."

I assumed they knew that to mean my language around their child.

They know my love of any 4 letter word.

SU will tell you that I am always on his ass ( see....that word just wrote itself.) about his language around children.

The phrase " Going to be careful " was assumed to mean my consumption of alcohol.

As a child of alcoholics , I have had issues with demon rum or bourbon or vodka...you get my drift....and I am aware of my own issues.

I would not and never have gotten trashed around a child.

Period.

They made a judgement that I should have corrected and never did.

It is what it is.

They are my family and I love them.

They will think of me what they will.

I cannot change that.

The other example that just grinds my ass ( see ..there it is again,.....Dammit) is courtesy of one of the entitled princess poo poos at the office.

Poo Poo got a 'tude with me when I told her that when she books a conf. room that for a meeting that has special needs ( snerk) that she really needs to let me know so that I can accommodate the need.

Her answer was ..." Sorry to bother you."

WHAT THE FUCK ???

Poo Poo....

First of all....I am your elder.

Do NOT go there with me.

I used a pleasant tone with you and smiled.

I've got your number Poo Poo......but unlike you, I will be pleasant and mindful of not only what I say but how I say it.

See Mom ?

See Daddy ?

I did listen.

Have a wonderful holiday...I have 2 bathrooms to tidy so..yeah...huzzah for the day off.

Now where the hell is MY chocolate bunny ?

Ciao,

Aunty Pol