I was going to just take this blog down....then I thought what the hell!!! it is my blog and I suppose I can write what I like up to a point. I have begun the day and am drinking tea now.......Monza is on my feet keeping out the cold and we are planning a lovely doggy walk. Christmas music plays on the breakfast show on the radio and Lee in playing Utube videos which include a lot of power tools which drowns out most of the ding a log dings.
I keep thinking I should just take this blog down and not write it any more. But why? and more to the point Why do I write it?
Well because I like too. pure cathartic crap for me to indulge in to make myself seem important that is the answer to that one. So I can write a blog if I want and so I do because I can.
Yeadon tarn. Possibly summer this year. I usually do not go over to the tarn at dusk so I guess it is my birthday in July. I do not go over to the Tarn at dusk as there are loads of people about. I do not like people. Some I dislike more than most. Give me a dog any time. In fact give me a pack of hounds!!!
Speeking of not liking some people more than others and keeping off social media .......I do try and keep off social media!!!!! I never mention work or personal life if possible and if I really do not like someone big time I keep out of their way in real life too.........If asked I tell them That I do not like them.
This technique was once employed on me when I lived in Bath by the friend of a friend who had invited himself to dinner at my flat....back in the days when I did such things as "dinner parties"....I did not cook mind. My then husband considered himself a worthy chef and so the cooking and social talk was left to him. I just soaked up the wine.
The guy came with other friends...a couple who had just got married at great expense to her mother. The story is this.....She was an art student and came from a very religious family, and got herself involved into on of those 1980s cults that brain washed her and she had to be forcibly rescued by her mother who hired a private detective to do so. After a lot of psychiatric help she went back to her old religion of being a staunch catholic. The guy she married had converted to Catholicism as a result......her wedding dress was amazingly expensive and rivalled Princess Diana herself. This dress was packed into a special box a long with a prayer. I can not now remember which one....so this newly married couple came to dinner and brought their journalist friend along (he was a baptist by the way)
The journalist worked on a local paper and had a snob fixation. He came across as camp as a row of tents. I never found out how much of it was an act but he did get married himself some time later to a lady he described as "a blond bimbo" so that is the scene set for this dinner party.
Any way this dinner party.....I had a flat in Lansdown Crescent in Bath at this stage and I lived there with my husband who had just started a new career as a teacher and was in the throws of gaining his degree.......we started the evening sitting on the public bench outside my building in the Crescent itself over looking Bath drinking Gin and tonic . The top ups for this were in the post box just inside the door as my flat was right at the top!. I remember Mr journalist stating that if he owned this flat he would consider that he had "arrived!" aside from that we just drank our gin and told a few yarns about other friends before going in at dusk to eat.
towards the end of the evening we started to plan other evenings similar..perhaps next week? we agreed that this was a good idea. then Mr journalist stated
" I don't like you!" and that was the last time he came to dinner
I remembered this technique and employ it myself. effective it is. very effective.
a couple of years later the journalist had got himself a better job on a bigger paper, been married to and divorced from his bimbo lady and developed another foible...that of everything being perfect...mostly clothing, which he has adopted a over the top country gentleman tweed look sometimes with cravat.......I was crossing one of Bath's spectacular squares at lunch time and there he was...
" how are ? how's life treating you?" he asked stopping to talk (usually he pretended not to see me)
"What the hell do you care. you don't like me remember." I retorted with out missing a beat.
Just rereading this now. I really knew a pile of horrible people did I not. Actually they were my husbands friends. He met the lady with the expensive wedding dress at a part time job he did with an agency to pay the bills whilst he was a student. The journalist guy just came along with them. That is the only reason he was there.
This week on social media I was reminded by a customer that I am a cashier in a super market.
"Cashier in a super market ??? " I thought is that all I am? Well yes I suppose
it is when it comes down to it.
"BA Hons ..writer and artist" I pointed out.
"Well done you" was the response." I am a writer too. must go back to my classes"
"patronising" one word that is all I wrote.
So what am I getting so bothered and pissy about? I am a cashier in a supermarket. So why am I giving myself airs and graces. I have been well slammed into place. I should shut up and forget about it.....
A part time semi retired cashier. Thats me.
The" well done you" response to my degree? Well yes that was patronising.I just dont like having it pointed out I guess. I would have let it go not bothering again only......
Yes it was the "well done you" I am just re reading this now.
If she but knew. It was a "well done you!" too. 1983 in fact. so I did well a lot of years ago when it gets down to it.
My" patronising "remark was followed up and answered by a diatribe on how remarks such as mine "come across on social media" and it was not like me and was I alright?
So that is my lesson learned. What you don't see on social media don't hurt you. And I stand by my original comment of Patronising just for the record.
Well why do I just not press the button and delete this person!? simple option after all it is only a cyber world. because I have made myself a real life social faux pas that is why. This customer always insists on holding up a whole cue of people in the real world to impart her latest health problems. the same customer held up a very cross selection of people talking about my profile on facebook too. told me to take down parts of it as "you never know who is looking"........I did not get into any trouble for this....but I could easily have lost my job for that. Where I work they are really sensitive about social media. As this customer also named my employer in her comments I am well on a very sticky wicket here. the devil you do....get involved with customers and the devil you dont.....
Up date on this...it has all gone badly wrong in the real world now. This customer refuses to have anything to do with me both on line and off. The whole thing could have just been left as a stupid remark in a supermarket cue. People do it all day. I just move on to the next customer....which is what I am there fore after all...... now I have a customer complaint as well....... Keep off social media and do not mix business with personal "real life" ......... I never learn do I? What goes on at work stays at work.
Mind you now it is safe to go back on social media and keep up with those I do wish to read comments from now!!!
Should listen to my self and stay off bloody social media.
Then a day out.
Keep away from people. Dogs rule. ok.
they do Monza dog. really they do.
1 comment:
the rudeness of people Never ceased to amaze me.... the customer is a dolt, pure and simple....social media is a blessing and a curse at the same time.....I love your photographs, blog and stories! I can just picture the dinner party......ha! I just say thanks for posting...........thanks.....
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