There was a lesson in there…

I went out to meet the delivery guy in the driveway.  He couldn’t find which package was mine in an overstuffed van of packages.  He asked “Amazon?” I had to go through my memory banks real quick, and amazingly, I hadn’t ordered anything from Amazon that hasn’t already been delivered this week.  (aka:  Amazon Prime addiction.)  Then I said “Staples!  I ordered office supplies from Staples.”

“Oh ya, got it.”  And he proceeded to go around to the side door and get my packages out.

“Man, you have a lot of stuff in there!” I said.

And this is where it got interesting…

“This is a great job.  I work 4 hours a day, more if I want.  My girl almost got relocated with her job.  Shit, I didn’t want to go.  I like my job.”

Again, I’m not easily offended, (Swearing 101) especially by swearing, but it always does surprise me when someone swears when they are on the job, and dealing with the customer.

“I was so happy when she didn’t get relocated because I didn’t want to go and leave this job.” He had a smile on his face from the moment he got in my driveway, and as he was trying to scan one of the boxes, and it wouldn’t take, again, another “shit” as he smoothed out the scan sticker.

Here’s the thing, this encounter has been on my mind since he’s left.  Here’s a guy, safe to say ‘rough around the edges’, yet with a smile on his face, appreciates and really likes his job.  We should all be so lucky.


Swearing 101

If you’re going to swear, know your audience.

Standing, waiting to be checked out at a local office supply store, I had to listen in to a conversation between co workers behind the cash registers, who all clearly saw me and knew that I was in line waiting to be called over.  As the one female dropped the F bomb in the middle of the story, she giggled, and covered her mouth and said ‘ooops’.

Ya, I didn’t want to hear your story in the first place, I want to pay for my things and leave.  And I also don’t need you to be dropping the F bomb at your place of employment where you are supposed to be professional.

Offended is way too strong of a word for what I felt hearing her drop the F bomb.  I didn’t yell out ‘WHOA, you kiss your mother with that mouth?”  It was more like I just felt like saying ‘Clean it up, it’s not cute.  Know your audience.’

I swear.  Pretty much always have.  I still remember my first bad words.  5th grade, on the playground, I called someone a Friggin F**k hound.  I have no idea what that meant, nor where I got it, but I stuck it on someone for some reason or another.  I certainly did not swear often as a child.  And I still do not swear all the time, and most definitely not in front of everyone I know.  There’s the rule, know your audience.

There are people  who I will never in my life swear in front of.

And there are people, old, fantastic friends who I have known for life, that when around them, it’s like I just changed out of tight pants into sweats and can let the words flow.  No filter, no regrets, not judgement.  Using the words as an emphasis, and part of the way our friendship cracks each other up.

That’s not everyone though, and that’s the point.  To the rookie telling the story at the office supply store, know your audience.  Clean it up, no one needed that.