For Someone
“For every fear that shakes your peace,
For every night you feel alone,
For every moment you lose a little hope,
There is an angel who whispers,
I am here.”
Well, it finally happened... after nine years of work, I finally experienced what everyone else has...
I finally got yelled at by a customer. Wow... she was a doozy. I was on my way back from the office when
she called me... or shall I say DEMANDED my attention in the Misses department. And she proceeded to
scream at me because she couldn’t reach the two tops that she wanted. (BTW... do you know how tall I am?
She was probably taller than me). I tried to defuse her, but she just got louder. I handed her the tops and
ran away and as I was leaving, she was mumbling about “Now where did that other woman go?” in the nastiest
tone of voice that you can imagine. “That other woman” was my manager and when she freed herself from Ms.
Congeniality, she came over, put her arm around me and said, “Torrie, you’re creative, do you think you can take
care of this? I just had a woman that yelled at me because we need benches with backs on them, because she
can’t stand that long and needs to sit and rest while she’s shopping... so could you get right on that and maybe add
some backs to the benches in the shoe department.” Yeah, I’ll get right on that... as long as I can move the benches into
the misses department because I don’t want that woman sitting in MY department! Nastiest woman I have ever met! Wow!!
And then I had to go back into my department and clean up a taco on the floor in front of the stockroom door.
A taco. Who eats tacos while shopping? ( I could also ask, who serves their family a chicken dinner in the shoe department?, because
THAT used to happen every Sunday night for awhile.) And then, insert fist pump here.... I said... YES!! I DID, I MADE THE RIGHT DECISION!! (in changing jobs)
I did feel bad about getting yelled at, and about people that keep telling me that it won’t be any fun without me, (because no one else
will lay in the memory foam bed... and encourage everyone else to do the same... and take pictures... and it doesn’t matter to me that they have installed cameras that are piped into corporate... man, it’s comfy!!) and I feel bad about a whole chain of events that has transpired because of me
giving up my full time position, and I feel bad because staying on there part time through the holiday season is not going to be a picnic for me, either, but I have to do it. So, I finally left work, feeling sad because someone called after me as I was leaving... “Tor, we’re really going to miss you.” I had a couple of
annoying errands to do before I went home that were also upsetting. And by the time I was finally in my car heading home, I was in tears. (So I decided to buy a pumpkin, thinking that carving a pumpkin will make me feel better. I haven’t started it yet.)
I was sitting here editing some of the baseball photos from the alumni game that Warner’s son is waiting for, and I got a text message from a co-worker telling me to call her
husband. I did, listened, and thanked him for putting his neck on the line for something he’s doing and he said.... “No, Torrie. I am putting my neck on the line for you. It’s for you. I am doing it for YOU.”
And I thought.... so what if some stupid woman yelled at me, and lots of bad things are happening.... somewhere along the line, in the midst of all the bad decisions I have made, and all of the
things that I have done and said that were wrong... I must have done something right. Somewhere along the line, I didn’t totally screw up, because I have friends that treat me like family, and their families
treat me like family. So, I decided that it’s OK that people that don’t matter think it’s OK to treat me like crap, because every once in awhile, and usually when I need it the most, I find out that someone out there has my
back, that there are still really good people left out there. Wow. To someone that will never see this, Thank you. ♥
Thank God. Angels. Real. life. angels.
The photo: A plaster angel that I found in the mansion that I shot photos in last week. I just added it to a pile of architectural pieces.
For Someone
“For every fear that shakes your peace,
For every night you feel alone,
For every moment you lose a little hope,
There is an angel who whispers,
I am here.”
Well, it finally happened... after nine years of work, I finally experienced what everyone else has...
I finally got yelled at by a customer. Wow... she was a doozy. I was on my way back from the office when
she called me... or shall I say DEMANDED my attention in the Misses department. And she proceeded to
scream at me because she couldn’t reach the two tops that she wanted. (BTW... do you know how tall I am?
She was probably taller than me). I tried to defuse her, but she just got louder. I handed her the tops and
ran away and as I was leaving, she was mumbling about “Now where did that other woman go?” in the nastiest
tone of voice that you can imagine. “That other woman” was my manager and when she freed herself from Ms.
Congeniality, she came over, put her arm around me and said, “Torrie, you’re creative, do you think you can take
care of this? I just had a woman that yelled at me because we need benches with backs on them, because she
can’t stand that long and needs to sit and rest while she’s shopping... so could you get right on that and maybe add
some backs to the benches in the shoe department.” Yeah, I’ll get right on that... as long as I can move the benches into
the misses department because I don’t want that woman sitting in MY department! Nastiest woman I have ever met! Wow!!
And then I had to go back into my department and clean up a taco on the floor in front of the stockroom door.
A taco. Who eats tacos while shopping? ( I could also ask, who serves their family a chicken dinner in the shoe department?, because
THAT used to happen every Sunday night for awhile.) And then, insert fist pump here.... I said... YES!! I DID, I MADE THE RIGHT DECISION!! (in changing jobs)
I did feel bad about getting yelled at, and about people that keep telling me that it won’t be any fun without me, (because no one else
will lay in the memory foam bed... and encourage everyone else to do the same... and take pictures... and it doesn’t matter to me that they have installed cameras that are piped into corporate... man, it’s comfy!!) and I feel bad about a whole chain of events that has transpired because of me
giving up my full time position, and I feel bad because staying on there part time through the holiday season is not going to be a picnic for me, either, but I have to do it. So, I finally left work, feeling sad because someone called after me as I was leaving... “Tor, we’re really going to miss you.” I had a couple of
annoying errands to do before I went home that were also upsetting. And by the time I was finally in my car heading home, I was in tears. (So I decided to buy a pumpkin, thinking that carving a pumpkin will make me feel better. I haven’t started it yet.)
I was sitting here editing some of the baseball photos from the alumni game that Warner’s son is waiting for, and I got a text message from a co-worker telling me to call her
husband. I did, listened, and thanked him for putting his neck on the line for something he’s doing and he said.... “No, Torrie. I am putting my neck on the line for you. It’s for you. I am doing it for YOU.”
And I thought.... so what if some stupid woman yelled at me, and lots of bad things are happening.... somewhere along the line, in the midst of all the bad decisions I have made, and all of the
things that I have done and said that were wrong... I must have done something right. Somewhere along the line, I didn’t totally screw up, because I have friends that treat me like family, and their families
treat me like family. So, I decided that it’s OK that people that don’t matter think it’s OK to treat me like crap, because every once in awhile, and usually when I need it the most, I find out that someone out there has my
back, that there are still really good people left out there. Wow. To someone that will never see this, Thank you. ♥
Thank God. Angels. Real. life. angels.
The photo: A plaster angel that I found in the mansion that I shot photos in last week. I just added it to a pile of architectural pieces.