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I find that getting four hours of sleep and then working for thirteen hours straight makes me slightly BIATCHY. Which is not a good thing when people around me start losing it.
One of my close friends, Pookie St. Claire and I often discuss how it seems like many people were not given an etiquette manual at birth.
I had to have a conversation with a colleague that basically went like this: "So Person X offered to help you because you were complaining that you were drowning in a sea of work and then you stabbed Person X in the back? How is that productive? Was that maybe not the best choice you could have made in that situation?"
I'll never fully understand why it seems like "normal" human nature to take for granted the people closest to us. Or worse, treat strangers better than the people closest to us. But many of us do. I know I have, on too many occasions I care to admit. But yet it still floors me when I see people throw others "under the bus," as many times the person they are throwing is the one who has helped them the most.
"Thanks for all the friendship and support and in return, let me kick you as the 3:47 p.m. Metro bus is coming up the road."
In keeping with the "Ohhhhhh America" theme, I wonder if it's just Americans who seem to take so much for granted. (I suspect not.) It does cause me to ponder and muse about the subject however. I find that some of the people I have helped the most and have been the most generous with are the ones first lining up to play Brutus to my Julius. And shockingly I don't say that with sadness, bitterness or rage - it's become more of a named known factor. And that's truly sad.
One of the things I like to do to distract myself from these shallow "deep" thoughts is watch the Jerry Seinfeld web series "Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee." This is a terrific show for both comedy lovers and car lovers. I was so excited to see that since the last time I had watched that a Jon Stewart and an Aziz Ansari episode had been uploaded. My lucky day! (The simple things make me the happiest!)
As I watched the Jon Stewart-Jerry Seinfeld episode of Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee, I watched Jon make himself and Jerry an iced latte with a Nespresso machine. I suddenly remembered that Pookie St. Claire had offered to give me his Nespresso machine. Pookie St. Claire likes to spend basically the gross national product of some third world country on nicer and nicer coffee machines. I think he is getting rid of the Nespresso in favor of the Jumbo Coffee-tron 3000 Mega Deluxe Professional. I also think Pookie St. Claire could afford a small Starbucks franchise for the cost of all the coffee makers he has had over the years.
Pookie St. Claire also names his coffee makers. I think the Nespresso that he is generously giving me is named Bethuselah Boffey. (And if it's not, IT IS NOW. And that's Baw-FAY, not BOFF-fee.)
Now I could say that the comedy web series reminder about the Nespresso machine should have made me pause for a moment and thank my lucky stars that I have such a good friend as Pookie St. Claire ... and not just because he's giving me his fancy caffeinated miracle machine. But because in general, although I hate to admit it; he's a pretty darn good friend who has stuck by me for 896 years. (Did I mention he is really, really old?)
BUT did I do that? Nope. I grabbed my cell phone, texted Pookie St. Claire and said "Remember to gimme that coffee machine!"
Ahhhh ... maybe I need an etiquette guide too. HAHAHAHHAHA!
But Pookie St. Claire subtly (with a megaphone) mentioned he would like to be in LilyOnTheLam.com again. So Pookie St. Claire is giving me a high end coffee maker and in return he gets my lack of appreciation and a mention on a BLOG. May not be the best exchange, he's ever made ... I'll have to reconsider my shocking lack of gratitude over a large latte.
Thank you, Pookie St. Claire!
I find that getting four hours of sleep and then working for thirteen hours straight makes me slightly BIATCHY. Which is not a good thing when people around me start losing it.
One of my close friends, Pookie St. Claire and I often discuss how it seems like many people were not given an etiquette manual at birth.
I had to have a conversation with a colleague that basically went like this: "So Person X offered to help you because you were complaining that you were drowning in a sea of work and then you stabbed Person X in the back? How is that productive? Was that maybe not the best choice you could have made in that situation?"
I'll never fully understand why it seems like "normal" human nature to take for granted the people closest to us. Or worse, treat strangers better than the people closest to us. But many of us do. I know I have, on too many occasions I care to admit. But yet it still floors me when I see people throw others "under the bus," as many times the person they are throwing is the one who has helped them the most.
"Thanks for all the friendship and support and in return, let me kick you as the 3:47 p.m. Metro bus is coming up the road."
In keeping with the "Ohhhhhh America" theme, I wonder if it's just Americans who seem to take so much for granted. (I suspect not.) It does cause me to ponder and muse about the subject however. I find that some of the people I have helped the most and have been the most generous with are the ones first lining up to play Brutus to my Julius. And shockingly I don't say that with sadness, bitterness or rage - it's become more of a named known factor. And that's truly sad.
One of the things I like to do to distract myself from these shallow "deep" thoughts is watch the Jerry Seinfeld web series "Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee." This is a terrific show for both comedy lovers and car lovers. I was so excited to see that since the last time I had watched that a Jon Stewart and an Aziz Ansari episode had been uploaded. My lucky day! (The simple things make me the happiest!)
As I watched the Jon Stewart-Jerry Seinfeld episode of Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee, I watched Jon make himself and Jerry an iced latte with a Nespresso machine. I suddenly remembered that Pookie St. Claire had offered to give me his Nespresso machine. Pookie St. Claire likes to spend basically the gross national product of some third world country on nicer and nicer coffee machines. I think he is getting rid of the Nespresso in favor of the Jumbo Coffee-tron 3000 Mega Deluxe Professional. I also think Pookie St. Claire could afford a small Starbucks franchise for the cost of all the coffee makers he has had over the years.
Pookie St. Claire also names his coffee makers. I think the Nespresso that he is generously giving me is named Bethuselah Boffey. (And if it's not, IT IS NOW. And that's Baw-FAY, not BOFF-fee.)
Now I could say that the comedy web series reminder about the Nespresso machine should have made me pause for a moment and thank my lucky stars that I have such a good friend as Pookie St. Claire ... and not just because he's giving me his fancy caffeinated miracle machine. But because in general, although I hate to admit it; he's a pretty darn good friend who has stuck by me for 896 years. (Did I mention he is really, really old?)
BUT did I do that? Nope. I grabbed my cell phone, texted Pookie St. Claire and said "Remember to gimme that coffee machine!"
Ahhhh ... maybe I need an etiquette guide too. HAHAHAHHAHA!
But Pookie St. Claire subtly (with a megaphone) mentioned he would like to be in LilyOnTheLam.com again. So Pookie St. Claire is giving me a high end coffee maker and in return he gets my lack of appreciation and a mention on a BLOG. May not be the best exchange, he's ever made ... I'll have to reconsider my shocking lack of gratitude over a large latte.
Thank you, Pookie St. Claire!
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