It seems that I’m using this blog as only a place to bitch about things… but I promise, there will be a happy balance.
Yesterday afternoon I was lucky enough to meet two girlfriends for appetizers and a couple of drinks just after 4pm. We met at the most expensive “chain” restaurant in the area, The Keg. (It’s not as high end as a Morton’s or Ruth’s Chris, but it’s pretty darned good and aside from the steakhouse at the Casino, it’s just one of the few places in our city like it.)
Between my these two friends, they have 5 kids, and getting out for a couple of hours is a nice little luxury for us all. When we arrived, the place was empty. The one girl was a little late, blaming her ass-hole kids, her rant was pretty funny.
So we’re not completely white trash, but in conversation, there might be some colourful words here and there. I think that’s pretty normal for women in general, and my friends for certain.
We sat on the bar side, which might encompass about 1/4 of the entire restaurant and is completely separate from the dining area… and who at 4:30 walks in and sits at the table directly beside us? A family. A family with a newborn, a 3-year-old and a 5-year-old.
Great. Now we not only have to hear intermittent crying, but we also have to watch our language… you know, because we at least try to be respectful.
Do families have the right to have a nice dinner and drinks? Absolutely! But they chose to sit on the BAR SIDE. It’s a bar. It’s not the Legion, there will be bad language and perhaps a little too much imbibing (albeit not as likely at 4:30 in the afternoon). They could have had their pick of any table in the dining room, it wasn’t like the bar was their only option. So this was annoying. (Not to mention that the tiny 5 year old was standing and pacing, rocking the newborn who she could barely manage to hold. She had to keep hiking the baby up… it was stressful to watch and just annoying in general.
Fast forward to leaving, I texted my husband to see if he picked up the dog and he invited me to him and some of his co-workers at another restaurant chain nearby, so I thought I would pop in there for a couple of drinks before heading home to get Mr. Shank.
The guys were seated in the bar at high, narrow and long tables, and the place was packed. There were a few families on the “bar side”, which I understand, as sometimes it’s easier to snag a table there rather than wait for a table in the dining room. After a few minutes of me being there (the guys had been there for a few hours, including a late lunch and apps…) the manager came over and informed us that the table behind us was complaining about the bad language, actually “offended”, and could we please be more mindful of ourselves as they had kids (probably about 7, 9 and 14 years old).
Well, I was offended by the father. When I sat down I had a clear view of 5 inches of his ass crack and sloppy and exposed fat spilling out of his jeans. It was beyond gross… could I complain about that? Would the manager have approached the father and asked him to pull up his pants as other patrons were “offended”? Could you imagine?
And here’s the thing… they chose to sit there. They chose to sit on the BAR side. They chose to sit their family next to a group of men, IN A BAR, who clearly just finished work and were having a few drinks after work.
I asked the manager, “Then why are they sitting ON THE BAR SIDE?”
I really don’t care if you’re in a dive, a chain or in a family-style restaurant, bars and bad language go together like bars and booze. It’s gonna happen. If you have the option, then choose the area of the restaurant best suited for your family, rather than attempt to shame a group of guys for being guys in a place where it’s acceptable to BE a guy… in a BAR.
In the end, we toned down our language and were happy that this group left not long after.
On the happy side (I promised balance and there will be balance damnit!), it was great seeing these ladies for a little while. They are both smart and funny and I’m again reminded that I’m very lucky to have so many awesome friends in my life. I hope to meet with them and other “elevator” wives soon.
Life is good.
I’m just not having a good day…
I slept well, got an early start and the dogs aren’t bothering me too much (it’s really cold out and about 1.5 foot of snow) today.
My clients are really not on me today (well, except one, but that’s okay).
I just feel… annoyed. Like I’m gonna snap. Like I wanna face kick a bitch. I also have a lot on my plate this week and I’m irked because:
- Some people aren’t getting back to me
- There are some things that I really don’t want to do (mostly because no notices, comments or seems to care that I do them)
- I don’t feel that great and I don’t really want to do anything! (maybe read and watch TV)
What’s a person to do? Head down? Tomorrow will be better? Take care of what I can and let the rest go?
Geez, real sage advice there LG.
I have golf indoor golf league tonight… maybe getting out of the house for a few hours will do the trick (now that I think about it, I haven’t left the house since Saturday…).
Have a lovely day.
Well, I guess it’s only Tuesday, but last week was weird too.
I’ve been really busy with my main contract. Like really busy. It’s not my normal stuff, it’s a lot of ‘what if’s’ and online learning. I have been outside of my comfort zone many times in the last few weeks and this is going to continue indefinitely. Perhaps always.
William’s been on a weird work schedule – it’s government contract so they call the shots. All kinds of split shifts, working thru the night and overtime. Aside from the extra money and him banking a lot of his hours for overtime, another ‘benefit’ is that I’ve been able to spend a few extra hours online in the evenings. Although my eyes are killing me right now.
The weather is wacky. It should be about 45*F this time of year, but it’s been much colder – except the last two days have been warmer. The next two days are going to be highs in the teens again with about 6 or so inches of snow expected tonight and tomorrrow. Ugh.
The landscape is icy with dirty snow, flooded frozen fields and tiny patches of brown grass. It’s seriously depressing. It’s been the worst winter ever – without exaggeration. This winter has broken local records for low temps, snowfall totals and percentage of the Great Lakes frozen over. This was prettier than the muddy mess out there now:
Here’s a pic of Halia from a month ago walking on the Greenway. It’s kind of hard to tell in the pic, but the drifts are about 5 feet high and at times the rest of the snow pack we’re walking on is about 3 feet deep. Insane amounts of snow (yes, it’s Canada, I know). I’ve had enough. It’s been so bad, we’ve had to push back our annual golf tournament by a month! I can’t imagine the courses being ready in 4 weeks.
It seemed like when we booked our vacation it was rather ‘last minute’ – ho no! It’s taking forever to get to mid April. Ugh, I’m really looking forward to it to say the least.
I’m going to try to spend another hour online before calling it a day.
This winter has been bad! Really bad! Record snowfalls, record cold, and I’ve been record cranky about it! There’s been days when I could have gotten out to walk the dogs, but there is no where to go that isn’t covered in a foot of snow or more. Shank doesn’t care, but Halia and I certainly do!
I think we’ve received close to 70 inches of snow this season. Our norm is around 35. Super.
Here’s a picture taken during the latest snowfall – about 7 inches.
I snapped this pic last week. Funny thing… I live in ‘The Municipality of the Town of Kingsville’, my phone number is ‘Cottam’, my mailing address is ‘Essex’ but the (barely) a village I’m closest to (like 1/4 of a KM) is North Ridge (North Ridge, hence the hill in our yard). Here’s a pic of the village’s sign:
I did take Mr. Shank out for a walk on the week-end to Sutton Creek Golf Club – I just can’t stay away! Even in the winter! I thought the walking would be easier in the ditch (frozen solid obviously). It wasn’t easier, but it was definitely pretty!
During the last snowfall I was stuck inside and a little cranky, as I really wanted to go into town and run a few errands… I’ll preface this by saying a) they are very nice neighbours, b) they might have been going to deliver food to shut ins, or donate blood, or serve at the soup kitchen… I’ve only been inside our local Mickey D’s 3 times and I’ve seen him there twice… that’s the disclaimer…
Best neighbour ever! A little while later guess who snowblowed our driveway so I could get out! Yay!
Life’s (brr) good.
Things are going well! Yes, I have a TON to do. Yes, I can barely turn my head and my shoulder is killing me from spending a stupid amount of time on the computer, but it will be worth it – oh yes it will!
I’m in the home stretch of preparing to be gone, away, away, not here, starting next Friday/Saturday. Ahhh.
We’re going to Hawaii for 18ish blissful days (1 night in San Diego, and 4 nights on a cruise ship working our way to the islands). I’m quite excited to leave the laptop at home. I’m only bringing my iPhone to take pictures and email the Moms.
Last night I met with one of my friends who is going to be watching my stuff while away, and do a few things for my one client. Awesome! It’s such a relief knowing that she’s on top of things. The only super frustrating part of preparing to be gone (having social media set up for 4 clients, and wrapping up one project) is waiting for them to send me the info I need! Arg! I’m concerned that it’s all going to come in like on Friday morning, and I won’t be able to get it all done (despite me notifying, warning, begging these people for 2 months to get me the info… a month ago!)
Eek! Exciting! Life is good!
I’m starting to feel a little… overwhelmed? Frustrated? I’m starting to prepare to be gone for this week-end and for our big trip – leaving September 22nd.
Here’s the thing – I’m often limited by what I can do based on what the companies I’m contracted by give me (like, pics, blog posts, fodder for email blasts etc.). If I don’t get the stuff, I can’t do my job. So…
- Do I look bad in the eyes of these companies when things don’t get done?
- Do they realize I couldn’t do my job because I didn’t get the info (from them!)?
- Do they not care at all – ’cause it’s only social media?
I’m kinda leaning towards C. I get it, social media is not the most important part of any business that I work with. But it’s super frustrating when I’m ready, able and willing to do what I’ve promised and have been contracted to do – especially with me being gone quite a bit soon – but they don’t fulfill their side.
When I start working with a company, I outline exactly what is required of them to do my job and when it’s required. Trust me – I make it easy on them. I also now know to deal with one person so there’s no miscommunication or blame. Still, it doesn’t always work.
Oh, also it’s plain old LAZY on their end at times. Simple as that. Lay to the Z. (The info is not coming from an owner or manager, rather an employee – if their employer knew how much they don’t do to support me, it may cause problems for them, but it’s not my place to rat them out – but then – I end up looking like I’m not doing my job!)
I’m pretty good at reminding myself, ‘if they don’t care, neither do I’ – or ‘why should I care more than them?’ But I was raised to always do my best. Always give 100% all the time. It’s just the way I am. So it’s difficult for me to do this particular job because my 100% depends on their efforts.
ACK and onward.
I just posted a message on GOM’s blog, I’m logged into WordPress, so I might as well write something!
Where to start… busy, I guess. Often the last thing I want to do with spare time is stare more at my computer, or try to gather random thoughts into a read-worthy post. I maintain 4 WordPress based websites for my clients (and sometimes randomly 6), so…. yeah, no, not really itching to spend more time in WordPress…
I super miss my Google Reader, and I didn’t do anything to back it up, except subscribe to two of my favourite bloggers – the other 20 or so I’ve lost. Boo.
Do I just pick up from yesterday and post about today, or talk about the last 4 months?
I am going to make an effort to blog more. I’ve been blogging since June of 2006. Why stop now?
Life’s good. Thanks for reading.