Hours of operation

I truly enjoy making candy during the holiday season, and one of my faves is pralines or pecan candy. Unfortunately, pecans have been hard to come by this year in my neck of the woods, but thanks to google I was able to locate a distributor in a neighboring state; so I left work this evening at 4:30 and drove 25 miles out of town, during rush hour traffic, in order to reach a pecan distributor before they closed for the evening. Based on the info posted on the website, the hours of operation are 9:00 a.m. to 5:30 p.m. which actually gave me about an hour to arrive, which I did with 29 minutes to spare. Unfortunately, my 5:01 p.m. arrival was met by a locked door and a 9-5 -hours of operation-  sign posted on the front door. My editor in chief (EIC) immediately removed her cellular device from her purse to verify the internet posted hours.When she was satisfied that we had not been mistaken, she made phone contact with the store owners, who were very likely exiting through the back door, as I tried to enter through the front. She was very polite and cordial as she asked if the store was in fact closed. After being told “yes, we close at 5”,  EIC advised the store owner that the hours posted on the website were apparently incorrect. Here’s the interesting part, the owner said “people do that”; and here’s my question… what the hell does that mean? I drove 25 miles out of my way, in what is commonly known around these parts as “shipyard traffic”, to be told “people do that”. Really? I mean seriously, is this real life?

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Good Morning Blog World!

Once again, we’ve been gone– and now we’re back. The new job has had me bogged down for the last few months — oh, nothing negative– just getting into the swing of things in a totally different, but really the same line of work, kind of way. Couple that- with my head space about the old job and VOILA-

Enough of that—-it’s a new day, I love writing and what better way to clear my head than to finally speak up. Here is the prologue. I will share tidbits in the future as I unlock my writer’s block by unleashing my workplace demons.

Prologue

I’ve actually been at it for more than 25 years, and although I’ve never been able to get past the first 10 minutes of the movie 12 Years a Slave, I often find myself describing the time I worked in the PGSD as “19 Years A Slave”. Although the flags are coming down, I can imagine some of my ex co-workers still wrapping themselves in their dusty remnants each night, curling in the fetal position wishing “Mamie the housekeeper” was there to sing them an old negro spiritual. Oh, but they would never admit to that in their outside voices, nor would they admit that their paw paws had relations, of the sexual kind, with Mamie, an African American woman.

These good old boys think those times are these times— so sorry boys (and girls) those days are over— welcome to the real world where we have the EEOC, the ACLU, an African American president, diversity and inclusion, the know how, and the words (and the sword if need be) to teach those people how to be fair, professional beings in and out of the work place!

LGBT Woes

Since the Supreme Court’s 5-4 decision to strike down bans on same-sex marriage nationwide, my social media timelines have been inundated with comments and posts relating to this matter. I’ve seen some for, some against and some who couldn’t care less. I totally agree that each person is entitled to his or her opinion and I also agree that everyone has a right to share that opinion. What I don’t agree with is the fact that homosexuality has become the only wrong sin.

This frustrates me so much so that after reading a post shared by a FB friend in which he did the old…”I don’t agree, but I love Cousin Johnny anyway”, I decided that it was my turn to speak up, speak out and speak long and loud!

*Disclaimer

1.  This is my personal opinion and this is my personal blog.

2.   The fact that you may disagree with me is of no real relevance to me (as my opinion is of no relevance to you).

3.   I welcome all comments and encourage each of you to feel free to post in the comments section

In the original post I addressed my FB friend by name but for purposes of this blog he shall be nameless:

Hi ——–, I love you as a fellow human, as my brother in blue and the fact that you regularly show and share your love of God is a welcome plus in my opinion – and another reason why I love you, my friend! Let me get to my point…I think there are millions of people who are missing/avoiding/ignoring one of the most important issues of all here.. Everyone – and I mean EVERYONE- walking God’s green earth deserves to be respected and have their rights to live, laugh and love respected! What gives anyone the right to say where the line is drawn? Is there any difference between two men being in a monogamous, loving, RESPECTFUL relationship and a man and woman who are married?… Let’s sweeten the pot…. that married man does all he can to get a woman, other than his wife, to accompany him to his hotel room and into his bed… Do you really think God is keeping score like that? Man with man -negative 0; man with woman +10— oops wait— she’s not his wife… better subtract a few points for that…

From what I’ve been taught, we are all sinners and, although we all have burdens to bear, none of us have the burden (or the right) to decide who goes where after death! Yes, each one should teach one BUT yes, each one should sweep around his and her own front door first, last and always!

P.S. You mentioned that you love your friends and family members who are gay and just because being gay is the lifestyle they “chose” you love them no less… People CHOOSE to lie, steal, CHEAT, commit adultery, covet thy neighbors wives or husbands…etc. and when caught there are various consequences.

Answer this: How many of these consequences, in any way, compare to being ridiculed, taunted, hated by millions, treated as an outcast, mocked, treated with contempt, scoffed at, despised, etc. on a daily basis – forever? Now answer this: which of your “friends or family members” (the ones who are gay) are you calling a stupid, dumb ass, mentally challenged, effing idiot-  because surely that’s what they’d have to be to “choose” to endure all of that! I’ve met so many people in my life, heterosexual and homosexual, that I’ve forgotten who some of them are, but I’ve never met anyone who “chose” to be gay.

Love you my brother!