Why do I feel the need to please the world?
Why do I care what the girl at Tim Hortons thinks of me, or the waitress at the not so fab restaurant??
When confronted with
“Gee Miss, Why would you save up these free doughnuts and bring them in all at once, you are not supposed to do this”. Huff Huff
I just blinked, and startled threw in some extra pleases and thank you’s, as if she was doing me a huge favour by granting my girls their one free doughnut each. I sure as hell didn’t see any rule that said I couldn’t cash in more then one free coupon at a time! Oh and since when is cashing in two free doughnuts instead of one such a big deal!! Why didn’t I tell her just to get me my coffee and doughnuts and do her job. The question is….Why do I care if she likes me?
When presented with an ice cold turkey and stuffing dinner at a local eatery, I did summon up the courage to inform the server that my meal, and Hubby’s were both very cold. She asked if she could stick it in the microwave? Hmmm. Again, it took courage? for me to say “Actually, no. I would prefer a new plate.” Turkey and mashed covered in congealed gravy was not really going to work for me. She begrudgingly agreed and went to get me a new plate. I’m pretty sure it was a sneezer. It was almost as craptastic as the first dinner and I didn’t eat it, and didn’t tell her. Why? I am a ridiculous people pleaser and didn’t want to wreck her day and deal with the hassle, the confrontation. I will admit Hubby was less then pleased and did speak with the manager about this one.
So what is it about me? Why MUST everyone like me? Why do I break into a cold sweat trying to please the world. Maybe I need therapy!
New rule. Next time a coffee serving doughnut slinging chick gives me attitude. I’m going to go all George Costanza on her a$$. (You know….he thought of the witty come back 5 minutes too late, except I’m going to have the witty come back right away and I’m going to use it!!)
Tell doughnut chick if she has a problem with the coupon redemption rules she needs to take it up with her manager not me!! (ohhh even to type it was hard…lol)
Next time I get bad service in a restaurant, I will NOT fear the sneezer. I will be polite, but firm. I happen to know the owners of a restaurant wouldn’t want patrons leaving as unhappy and as hungry as we did.
I am going to stop starting sentences with “I’m Sorry to bother you…” Cause you know what, most times I’m not! I’m just being OVERLY polite and afraid of upsetting every poor soul in the world.
I guess what I’m saying is I’m 38 years old and finally figuring out I really don’t have to take it anymore!
Either that or I have a wicked case of PMS.
Ha. End of Vent.