Nobody Says Thank You Anymore!

I have witnessed so many great and wonderful changes in my life time and hopefully it’s only about half over.  This one change I see way too many times each day is really becoming irritating and very frustrating to me.  It seems to have happened so gradually people have accepted it.

Saw a story on the news where this man wrote a thank you card to a random person everyday for a year and how much of a difference just saying thanks for the little things can mean... New Years Resolution??:

NOBODY SAYS “THANK YOU” ANYMORE!

Am I completely off base?  Nuts?  Not listening?  Is this only happening to me?  And don’t get me wrong I am not trying to pin this on the government or any race or even the over privileged youth of today because for every bad example of a person, race, or class, I can find you two to fit that same description who are the total opposite to the better.  I even caught myself doing it one day and I felt so embarrassed and ashamed and glad my father wasn’t behind me or with me because he would have taken me behind the wood shed.  I think  I raised my girls and my grandkids the right way but who knows what happens out in the real world.

I would like to say it was just young kids, but it’s not.  They seem to be more polite which leads me to believe they are all Eddie Haskelling me (if you don’t know google it), but all my daughters’ friends are extremely polite as well.  I have noticed it more in people my age (48) or older than ever before.  The tunnel vision or more fast paced routine people have been thrust into today may be a root cause but it just plain sucks!

We could transform the world just by being considerate of others, being respectful of differences:

 

Holding a door open, a good waitress or bartender, a smiling face at the cash register, and my all time favorite…let into traffic person that doesn’t give you a wave or mouth a “Thank you” before speeding off up the highway.  That one really pisses me off.  If you were putting your life in danger I can understand. Or even if you had horrible service, your dog ran away, or you just lost your job does not give you the permission to be an ass.  It only takes a second and it is just as easy as smiling. Say thank you, have a nice day, or at least mouth the words.

 

-Denney

 

 

*Addition by Samantha:

While looking to spice up this blog by adding some visuals, I came across this AMAZING photo which I think describes everything about this post. "...And you're rude... bad mannered and deranged... So stop pissing me off and browsing my boards when you have no intention of being a gentleman...   or I will block you!"..  J.L. Thomas  :D:

While I do think that he makes a point because it’s not just the younger generation who are extremely rude, disrespectful and heathens.. But, it is the older generation as well. My perfect example is my current workplace: a law firm. While it may not mean that much to you and it’s just the type of work but the amount of negativity and expectation that comes from the older folks is RIDICULOUS. They expect help, assistance and while that is all fine and dandy.. please DO NOT treat me like a piece of gum on the bottom of your shoe. Otherwise – find someone else to help your sorry ass. Excuse my language.  But really. Find someone else. You receive no thank-you from a majority of the people that you complete work for, you just hear bitch.bitch.bitch about everything they would have done differently.. Well thank you kind sir, do it yourself next time! And let me tell you, a thank-you goes a long way and for those who have uttered those words when I assist them and give me FULL instructions when they’re swamped and could use a hand, I happily assist them. We are ALL busy, we ALL have stuff going on at home, we have ALL been dragged through the dirt time and time again.. you aren’t alone in that. And another pet peeve is DEFINITELY the letting someone into traffic or running someone off the road because YOUR life matters and no one else’s does. My mother-in-law said that we live in a generation where it’s “all about me” and people don’t care about others. Screw you, it’s about me. Sadly, I think she makes a good point. It doesn’t stand that way for everyone and in some instances we may catch ourselves acting that way but at least don’t make a habit of it. We all have bad days – we all don’t know what we’re going through – so remember that. I know I would do well to remember it too.  -Samantha

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Yes, I am That Guy

Good Morning Everybody!  Yes, I am THAT GUY!  Deal with it!

Happy Good Morning Quotes Funny:

I cannot remember a time when I was not a morning person.  Blame my parents if you need to point a finger.  My mom and dad are both morning people.  My mom used to wake us for school every morning singing our names and telling us the sun was shining and the birds were singing just for us.  She would then make us breakfast while keeping the mood high.  My dad worked his ass off in the shittiest of factories every single day, but still got up in a good mood to keep food on our table.  We were dirt poor growing up, but we didn’t know it because of the upbeat mood and happiness they maintained in our home.  Couple that with the blessings from God we were thankful for and it was just a way of life that seemed very normal for us.

This morning, with her, having coffee:

 

To this day, I get laughed at, ridiculed, cursed out, and talked about daily just because I am a happy-go-lucky morning person, but I honestly do not understand how somebody could not be a morning person.  Oh, and by the way, as an extreme morning person, I love to use it just to piss off those of you who are not!  Woohoo!  Right at this moment it is 7am Eastern, and I am pecking away on my laptop, drinking a great cup of Cafe Bustelo listening to Sports Center with a smile on my face and love in my heart.  I do thrive on the fact most people can be such miserable bastards in the morning, and better yet knowing my great mood irritates them more than nails on a chalk board.  My only hope is that my attitude can wear off even just a little on them to bring a smile to their face to make their day a little bit better.

Wish i was a morning person! Lol:

 

I asked this before in this blog, but How can people not be a morning person?  Each day is a great day graced by God.  Every single day, anything is possible.  What happened yesterday is in the past, and we are given the opportunity of a fresh start with those same endless possibilities.  Even in the month of February in North Eastern Ohio, I can jump right out of bed, turn on some Pitbull and start the coffee perking.  It is easy.  I love God.  I love my wife, my daughters, my grandchildren, and yes, I love my job!  I am not rich, just barely middle class, and Nancy and I work our asses daily, but we appreciate the little things God has blessed us with, and we do our best to make the most of them.

Sometimes difficult...but this is another great lesson taught by the kindest person I know...my mother:

I mentioned in prior blogs about being a veteran of the Army.  Even when we were in basic training, third world, arm pit countries and those boring as hell leadership development classes, I did my best to greet every single fellow soldier with a Good Morning and a smile.  It was a lot easier in the military because my fellow soldiers had to be where I was so they could not avoid me, but that is where I met the most morning people.  It always amazed me how a group of know nothing privates half away around the world from home could stay upbeat and positive when the last step we took could have been our last, but a person coming into a convenient store at 9am could be such a grumpy asshole to a minimum wage cashier for no reason at all.  I was a district manager in the convenience store industry for many years and actually over heard a customer asking a cashier to tell me not to call him “Friend” when I said “Good Morning Friend, how are you?”  He said I didn’t know him well enough to call him “Friend!”  In my mind that is the definition of an asshole!  I made certain I visited that store every morning for the next two weeks just so I could run into that person and wish him the best of mornings and call him “Sir,” as loudly and condenscending as I possibly could.  There is just no need for that.  He isn’t any better than anybody else, and I wanted to make damn sure he knew it.

The most fun was waking up the girls in the morning.  They all have their good mornings, but for the most part all 6 of them were pretty irritable bitches in the morning.  I always tried to make them morning people also, but those apples fell way far away from the tree. On the weekends or while we are on vacation, Nancy and I might like to start our morning coffee with just a touch of Baileys or follow up my first cup with a Bloody Mary.  This always put us in an even better mood and allowed us to irritate the girls even more.  It was a blast.  Blaring some Aventura or Wisin y Yandel at 8am, really gets the blood pumping, and that is exactly what we liked to do.

In closing, I have to once again ask, “How can you not be a morning person?”  And just a fair warning…if you see me whistling a song coming in the opposite direction, run the other way because I will hunt you down like the Debbie Downer you are, and do everything possible to get on your last nerve!  Or you could just join the club and become a morning person with me! Up to you!

Ciao!

-Denney

 

—- Addition by Samantha —-

This is for all those morning people out there...not so much. ; -):

Trust him when he tells you to run the other way if you are not a morning person! Take it from the girl who went to middle school/high school out of zone therefore, he had to drive me to school every morning. Now let me tell you, I was already up an hour or so getting ready but I was NOT awake. I am most definitely not a morning person and then again, I’m not really a night person either. But in the mornings, just let me wake up in peace, let me get ready at my speed and let me get some coffee and just settle in. Don’t jump down my throat, ask me to do a bunch of useless shit, or start singing to me. I just want to have some peace! But feel free to make me a nice pot of coffee & some breakfast in bed, I can be down for that! Every morning while driving to school, we fought with the radio every morning, it never failed. I simply wanted to listen to music and he wanted to listen to his raunchy 104.1 shenanigans and I just wasn’t having it! He simply just wanted to have important life conversations that early and I just couldn’t do it!Every morning was an eventful one with this guy. If you were driving past us, you would probably have laughed hysterically because he was probably making a fool out of himself and trying to embarrass the crap out of me constantly. This also continued as he dropped me off and I got out of the car and tried to run AS FAST AS POSSIBLE… as he screamed my name and was a gigantic dork all the way. Now looking back, I laugh because it was hilarious and probably extremely comical to everyone around us however, it wasn’t funny to me at the time. The one good thing about being with this guy in the mornings is that there is always coffee on, so I’ll stick with him 🙂

 

 

Pet Peeve: Those who can’t be bothered to do such menial tasks.

Happy Monday! Why don’t we start out with a HUGE pet peeve of mine. This is something that I’ve been experiencing a lot of lately and to be honest, it really pisses me off.

‘Those who can’t be bothered to do such menial tasks’

We all know people like that, right? Those people that feel as if they are TOO GOOD for you and they are so much better than you so why should they have to do something so simple when they can just ask someone else to do it for them?

Stay humble, people.

I have never seen such a sickening thing where people approach someone with a nasty attitude right off the bat and bark orders at them as if they are nothing but the scum of the Earth.

Have R E S P E C T.

What you want
(Ooh) Baby, I got
(Ooh) What you need
(Ooh) Do you know I’ve got it
(Ooh) All I’m askin’
(Ooh) Is for a little respect when you come home (just a little bit)
Hey baby (just a little bit) when you get home
(Just a little bit) mister (just a little bit)

I think some people need to go back to kindergarten and learn how to be nice to one another, share and always use your manners! I, personally, do not care whether you’ve received your Master’s, PHD, or a damn high school diploma, it doesn’t give you the right to treat others in such a despicable manner.

Golden Rule: Treat others the way you would like to be treated.

Now I don’t think that is so hard, is it? I feel that these things should come naturally however, that is extremely naïve for me to believe because we were all raised differently and I don’t know what you went through a child leading up to today… But on that note, I know that if I treated someone the way I have seen others treated and they treated me the same way back, I would not like it. So therefore, a light bulb is going to go off in my head and say that how I treated that person was extremely inappropriate. Moving forward, I need to change the way I treat that person and treat them with more respect. That’s easy, right? Unfortunately it doesn’t seem so easy to others in society I’m afraid…

Can anyone explain this to me? Because I can’t wrap my head around how others can just treat people so badly and yet, they sleep like a baby at night.

Ugh. Rant over 🙂

What are your thoughts!?

 

 

-Samantha