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I recently sent my granddaughter a package of gifts chosen with great care and oh soooo much love! The package contained two books, one three stories of classic children’s literature, the other with children’s songs, along with two audio CD’s. I also sent her a dress and package of three pairs of underpants. On a religious note, a teeny Book of Psalms.
Sending this package entailed overcoming one obstacle and then another hurdle. First, I had no box. Let me explain that I usually pad the contents thoroughly in bubble plastic and then put in a box to protect in shipping. In this case, the boxes I had or found were either too big or too small or too heavy or WHATEVER. I improvised with two bags of sturdy, brown paper, which I taped and covered with adhesive wrapping. I waited until the Canada Postal strike was over, then the lockout and then waited yet another week and a half so that my package would have better odds at not ending up in some forgotten corner in the backlog of post strike and post Canada backed up deliveries. This strategy might have helped slightly. I went even farther and actually phoned Canada Post.
Finally, the package was picked up yesterday and I was told that my granddaughter loved all the gifts but what she loved the most were the underpants, because they were purple.
As a fellow female, I totally understand this logic!
This day began well. I took the bus, still aided by my cane but before I could get into a seat, the driver stepped on the brake and I lost my balance and fell backwards. Thankfully, I did not land on the floor; a male passenger grabbed the front of my coat to prevent my fall and I managed to grab hold of a pole. My leg, however, still mending from a break not too many months ago, took a beating and even now, at night, it still hurts.
Once I got to work, the day went well, with the usual pressures. In the evening, I had an appointment to work with one of the doctors from Hadassah on some of his lectures. Before we began working, we ate dinner, during which one of my teeth broke.
This friend is someone I’ve known and been friends with since 1997. Today, he has a beautiful house in a suburb of Jerusalem and his wife and son are abroad until the summer. The man was so sad. When I asked him why this was so, we talked and he said the only thing that matters in this world is money. He has friends who are multi billionaires and when I asked him about them, he said that it was them who taught him that – that he’s been fooled all his life into thinking differently. I suggested he find other friends and be less sad and feel better about himself.
My friend doesn’t sit in his living room or invite anyone to his house because it is an icebox. He can’t afford to heat the 450 sq. m., since he’s supporting 2 homes; one here and the other abroad. He showers in hot water and then wraps himself in what he described as a plush terry or velour (I don’t know) robe and then gets into his bed where he said he has an electric underblanket (sheet) to keep him warm.
When we finished working, I returned to my humble home. I felt very fortunate that I felt warm and even though there is clutter, for lack of enough closets, furniture as well as other reasons such as time constraints, my house looks and feels like a HOME. I have homemade cookies in a jar and cook for myself when I want and/or need. For these things I thank G-d (don’t worry, I still ask for those OTHER things).
I went to Ne’eman in the Jerusalem Mall to buy some pastries known as bourekas. Another customer and I were at one register while all the employees were standing around, laughing at the other register. I called out and said “Excuse me but we would like to pay.”
A very young girl came over and with her face screwed up to show her annoyance said “You could have paid over there!” I told her that when the place is open for business, the employees have to give service if customers are in the store; that they can joke as much as they want but not have people just standing and waiting for them to be good and ready to do their jobs.
She shoved my change into my hand with a look of disdain to which I responded by demanding to speak with the manager. This guy saw it coming and IMMEDIATELY came over and introduced himself. I told him what happened and added that I really don’t care who her father, uncle or brother is (this comment hinting she might be related to management, which is all too common). I told him that her attitude stinks and that she should not serve customers in that way, unless he wants us all to go elsewhere.
Since that day, I have not seen her, which doesn’t mean she’s not there anymore. Granted, these people are paid the lowest salaries but hey, I also got minimum wage at her age and for that kind of work! I got paid minimum wage as a research assistant at a university hospital and I was grateful to have income!
I don’t know what kind of weirdos are raising this crop of people with no work ethic. Even if they do not want to do this work for the rest of their lives, they should give their all while they are doing it. Most people want to be the boss but to do that, they have to learn somewhere and with attitudes like that girl’s they will get NOWHERE.
Seriously, I speak as a parent of an adult child of whom I am proud.
The question arose as to why so-called professionals can get away with being unprofessional? My response was as follows.
I think older adults have brought this on themselves. Before you attack, read my theory.
I think that when older adults deny they’re getting older and continue to try to dress and behave like the youngers, they lose their dignity and status and no longer set an example for younger people; whether in personal or professional life. On the one hand, they might be able to “connect” with them to some degree; on the other hand the younger sees nothing that commands respect and rejects the older.
When we were younger and just began to learn about the world; in both the personal and business realms, there were older professionals from whom to learn. We would not have gone to a bar after work to “hang out” with them but when we were faced with tasks and projects we were able to get advice and direction from people who had been there and done that long before us.
By denying getting older and not wanting too much responsibility, more mature people have also put a lot of power in the hands of younger people regarding computers. Computers became a household item and people would call or wait for the neighbor’s kid or their own children and/or grandchildren. Computers have also done away with higher level literacy. Too many Blogs and websites are out there with poor grammar, bad spelling, icons and chat abbreviations. Too many parents working “out there” and not giving enough time to raising and parenting their own children.
Every maturing generation pooh poohs the younger people.
Hahahahaha! I just changed the template on my blog and have singlehandedly disabled the links that connect you to the rest of my website!
Oy, oy…now there’s more for my Webmaster to do. I hope he won’t mind!
I feel as though, what’s the point? Why always owe so much to so many? Is this what’s left? G-d forbid, I sure hope there’s more than debts! Holidays are hard being alone. I especially miss my son and his family at these times moreso than on regular days. I’m invited to a family for Pesach that I’ve never met. The man who invited me seems to strongly fear or dislike dogs, yet my dog is also invited (to stay in the playroom). I think I better make certain that it’s alright with his wife, as well and that there REALLY is no problem with bringing Pnina. If it’s a big problem, I might make my own Pesach Seder and stay home. Sad.