I just finished my first (half) week at my new job, and I think it will keep my pretty busy, but in a good way. Everyone has been nice and I can't wait to be in there full time and start cleaning out the drawers. I've got my first project underway and lots of help and I'm meeting lots of people and I'm seeing that in addition to the many hats I will wear, I will also need a diplomat hat. A diplohat. There are carefully worded explanations and coordination among several and I'm finding a need to both assert and insert myself in conversations. Thankfully, I seem to be pretty good at it- mostly because I can imagine other sides to the story. Don't think I am saying that I am just Zen about these things because I am clearly not. One of my favorite pastimes is riding my high horse. I am just seeing that less scorn is better- because we're often wrong or under-informed and like everyone else, I often assume the worst. I have also embarrassed myself enough... no, there will likely be a lot more. Like now.
Scorn is not helpful or kind, and I would really like to be both, but scorn is petty fun that is probably damaging to your soul, like trash magazines and Cheetos. Maybe they're fine in small doses, and keep you grounded. That sounds like a valid argument, doesn't it?
So I'm going to risk embarrassing myself again, but I don't think I'll be hurting anyone's feelings. I think I would just received scorn in return. So someone posted a lovely picture of the hot dog cart in town. It's manned by this WWII vet who's got a bunch of big signs asking people to support him by buying a delicious hot dog for lunch. He's out there as many days as possible, as long as it's not too hot, too cold, or too windy. He's 80-god-knows-what and very nice. He chats up everyone that comes for lunch.
This person who posted about the hot dog guy said they'd always seen the cart and finally stopped. They described how nice the guy was and how he made them proud they were in the military and how pleased they were to support this guy by buying a hot dog that they weren't going to eat.
What? Why the fuck not? Now, ok, maybe there are health reasons involved, who knows. Maybe they are afraid the hot dogs are kept in unsanitary conditions. Chris and I ate there with no problem, but I tend to side with George Carlin on this one anyway and say take a fuckin' chance! Yes, hot dogs are a terrible choice, nutrition-wise. I think we all know that. But it's not like we eat them every day. If you're out running errands and you're hungry and you should probably eat something so you don't gorge when you get home, I think a hot dog would suffice.
I know this is all about choices, and maybe that vet wouldn't give a shit if you ate it or not, but I think you can stuff your patriotic, sympathy hot dog.
Which brings me to my next sneering observation.
Now I'm onto somebody else and their stupid, overdone, organic, homegrown, money-saving bullshit... Hey, I think it's great you grow your own food. I can't wait to do that myself. I just roll my eyes at how superior you behave about it. I also roll my eyes at how healthy and thrifty you claim to be, yet your hobby is drowning in alcohol. How much do you spend on that? Also, I recoil at the thought of you collecting more animals when you don't give a shit about the ones you've got- once their novelty has worn off, I mean.
Honestly, I want goats and chickens too. I want more than one dog and a ranch and a garden. I want to bake bread and prepare everything myself, but those of us that have a job don't have the time, dummy. Do your thing and be happy that you're building a little family farm- I really do think that's awesome. I just don't think you need to be a smug, hypocritical asshole, and it would help if you could just tone it down a little.
Jennyway, that's all out of my system now.
Eat a fuckin' hot dog.
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