When Even Happy Birthday is Too Much Effort

Years ago I worked for a guy who’s birthday was exactly 1 week before mine. Even a third grader can figure out that 1 week equals 7 days and if your birthday falls on the 4th of the month, then mine falls on the 11th of the month.

The whole 5 years that I worked there we all made a big deal about recognizing my boss on his birthday – we hung streamers and balloons in his office, bought a bakery cake and put the right number of candles on it, and gathered in his office on his birthday to sing happy birthday to him and share the cake.

Then, 1 week later, the same celebration was for me. My employees decorated my office, they each threw in a couple of bucks and bought me a big sheet cake – but they had to guess at the number of candles, because I would not ever reveal my actual age – and we knocked off a half hour early for a little party – to which my boss was invited and attended.

After I left that hell hole for a much better position with a career path and big bump in salary, my old boss copped quite an attitude toward me. He acted like I was a traitor for leaving the company, even though I did everything I could to find a way to stay, I picked my successor and trained him thoroughly, and I made myself available by phone for questions for over a month.

Ever since I left, I have sent a birthday card or Facebook greeting to my old boss, wishing him well. But he has never reciprocated nor even thanked me directly for what I did for him. So, after all these years, I quit. I am not going to continue to try to keep a friendship alive that he cares about so little that he cannot even wish me a happy birthday.

I am sure he thinks in his own mind that he deserves all the attention and hoopla and that his lack of reciprocation is OK because he is an executive at the company. Well, it is not OK.

It only takes 10 seconds to post happy birthday on someone’s Facebook wall and Facebook tells you that it is their birthday and give you a link to their wall. If that is too much effort for him, then it is too much effort for me, as well.

No more Happy Birthdays for you, Michael Peacock. You sucked as a friend all these years and I’m done with being the only one who makes an effort to keep the friendship alive. You don’t deserve me.

Internet Trolls are a Nuisance

graphic do not feed the trolls

Do not feed the internet trolls and they will go away. Social media has started bringing out the worst in people. Trolls will stalk people, make rude or insulting comments, and just bully or bother people for the sake of getting attention.

Trolls are especially fond of the popular social media sites like Facebook and Twitter, where their audience can grow to hundreds or even thousands of people to insult or annoy. If you don’t react to the trolls, they don’t get the attention they are craving. Without attention, the trolls soon get bored and drift away to bother someone else. So remember this the next time a troll starts arguing with you – don’t feed them!

In a Bad Mood Today

Back when I was a kid, my mother used to say that sometimes I “woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” I was grumpy when I first woke up, and grumpy through breakfast, and still grumpy when I left the house in the morning for school. She pretty much just made sure that I did the basics of getting dressed, brushing my teeth, combing my hair, and otherwise left me alone on those mornings. With all of us kids running around in the morning, she did a pretty good job parenting to get us all dressed, fed and dispatched on time.

I don’t know why I sometimes wake up in a bad mood, but I am in a bad mood today. Even a second cup of coffee did not clear the cobwebs and the scowl on my face. Last night was nothing out of the ordinary, but when the alarm clock sounded at 5:30 am, I REALLY did not want to get up and deal with the day ahead. Usually a good cup of coffee will take the edge off, but this morning it didn’t help one bit. I tried a second cup – no help.

On days like this, it is best for people to just give me a wide berth. Don’t ask me what is wrong. Don’t try to cheer me up. Just leave me alone. I’ll work it out and get over it eventually.

Birthday Celebrations

My brother has a birthday today – one of the Big Ones. You know what I mean, the number ends with a zero!

I was planning on hanging out with my bro for the night. I was thinking dinner at Outback or someplace nice, and then heading to his house for cake and some presents. I bought him a cool gift that i can’t wait to see him open up.

But evidently his girlfriend has to work tonight and she doesn’t want to celebrate the birthday tonight. They are going to celebrate on Saturday night, instead. So, I’m not the brightest one in the room. I thought that meant we were clear for getting together tonight and doing some guy stuff to celebrate. But no, he says he is not celebrating today – we are invited to a party Saturday night at his house, with him grilling steaks for everyone and she is baking a cake. The cakes are her “thing.” She actually makes them for paying customers and custom decorates them for a hundred bucks or so. I guess we’ll be impressed with what she does for him this weekend.

Waiting until Saturday is not a big deal for me, but I wish I had known earlier. This weekend is the big Fourth of July weekend and most of my buddies were going to be out on the lake all weekend. Now I have to cut the boating short on Saturday so I can clean up and head over to his house for the grill out. And I know he’s going to like this birthday present – can’t wait to see his face when he opens the gift!

I Will Always Be Fond of Selena

Some names will always bring forth memories of a person, even if the person you are talking to is someone that you’ve just met for the first time. This morning I met a young lady at the dry cleaner’s and her name tag said, Selena. She was young and pretty and very good at fetching my shirts and coat from the racks of cleaned clothes. But her name, Selena, means a lot more to me than that.

Selena is the name of my first good friend in childhood. The first friend who I chose from a class of about 2 dozen other kids in the fourth grade. She was new to the school and so was I, and we lived about 3 blocks away from each other. That was close enough for our parents to let us walk to each other’s house to play after school until dark.

We were besties until the eleventh grade, when her father’s job required the family to move to California. Selena and I were devastated – we had thought we would be friends forever. There was nothing we could do but say good bye with lots of tears and hugs. I never saw here again after they moved. She never came back to my neighborhood and when she graduated from high school in San Francisco, I don’t know if she went to college or got married or what.

I wish we had stayed in touch but kids stay busy with silly things in their own lives and people who are not close by don’t get the attention they need to stay involved. Maybe one day we will have a reunion. I would really like that – to see her again and find out what she has been doing all these years since they moved away. And in the meantime, any time I see someone named Selena, I think of my bestie and all the fun we had growing up together.

Kendall Sue and Ladybug

Stumbled across a darling blog today, written by a lady named Kendall Sue. She has a daughter who she calls, Ladybug, and her blog is about being a single mom with a three year old little girl. I think that the name Ladybug is so precious!

Kendall Sue is the same name as a good friend of mine from back in the school days. It’s not the same Kendall Sue, sadly. I was actually trying to find my friend Kendall Sue when I came across this blog instead. She sounds like such a nice and creative lady who loves her daughter very much. I’m not sure what happened in her life to be single with such a young daughter, but maybe if I read some of the older posts on her blog I will find out what happened.

 

Can You Trust a Skinny Cook?

A free meal is always nice, but if the invitation to dinner is from someone like Rachel Greenlief, I wonder if she is a good cook or not. My dad used to say to never trust a skinny cook, and Rachel is a gorgeous woman. She is so thin that I wonder if she eats anything at all? But she tells me she is a good cook, so I think I will take my chances on the one dinner and test out my dad’s theory. Let’s all hope he is wrong in this case.

The last time I dated a girl who bragged about her cooking, she told me that she grew up in the South and that she learned how to cook Southern Style. I had visions of crispy fried chicken, barbecue ribs, creamy macaroni and cheese, and coconut frosted layer cakes or pecan pie. I had visions of all the good things that Paula Deen cooks on her cable TV show. Maybe a little of the Neely’s – Memphis couple who have their own show on the Food Network cable TV show.

Well, she kept inviting me to dinner because she said that getting a babysitter was hard for her, and she promised the baby would be in bed before dinner so it would be just the two of us. I have to admit that I thought it a little strange for a baby to be in bed for the night at only 6:00 pm, but I took her word on it. Having a baby around wasn’t that big of an issue to me, unless it meant dealing with an angry and jealous baby daddy, but I decided to take my chances.

I showed up at six, sharp, and was greeted by her holding a crying baby who refused to go to sleep or play quietly the entire time I was there. Dinner was not until 7:30 because of the distraction of the crying baby plus she had to work that day. No good traditional southern food, either. We dined on Hamburger helper, canned peas and refrigerator biscuits. Now, I can cook all of that myself and it didn’t taste bad. But that is what I call great Southern cooking and I could not wait to make my escape after politely eating her dinner and getting home by eight thirty.

Let’s hope this dinner invitation is NOTHING like that other experience. And I will let you know if skinny cooks can be trusted.