Stiffler wrote:
You sound awfully butthurt.
That's coz you put illiterate and lazy on the same line as carrying around a few extra pounds. And no, i'm not in the habit of carrying around a few extra pounds (mebbe just the one) so it's not personal in that respect. It's the narrow-mindedness of it that gets on my tits (NOTHING gets on my tits like narrow-mindedness).
Stiffler wrote:
The money I make solely relies on the hours I work and the tips that I occasionally make.
This tells me that eventhough i suggested you think about it, you chose not to (or very briefly). Coz living in a western civilization and having a proper, legal job (lucky you!), you would obvioulsy get your monthly pay based on what you get paid per hour and the hours you put in.
But people paying extra for more service is putting money in the till innit. So without the extra money they're putting in, the people who employ you wouldn't be able to pay you as much per hour as they are, or need to employ you for as many hours as they are, if at all (family or not, they need to pay their bills, eat, etc). And if they would pay you (or anybody else) equally and need the same man-hours, they'd make less money at the end of the day.. or even worse go out of business.
Stiffler wrote:
Therefore, I couldn't have made my own dinner and eaten it, or even made dinner for everyone else. I wouldn't have minded either option if they were feasible.
The fact that
"make your own damn dinner" to you reads:
"make dinner just for yourself and eat it on your own while the other people living in your home are busy being either post op or taking care of said post op person" says enough.
Did you even offer? And if declined, offer to order out or getting some take-away? Trust me (coming from a parent)... even if you are 100% sure all of the options offered aren't going to be taken... the offer would have been very much appreciated. It's not just a stupid saying, the thought
really does count. In fact the best thing would have been you not even mentioning the whole thing.. digging up whatever you can find in the kitchen and going "ta-daaaa! Dinner is being served!" (just image how proud that would have made you feel.. multiply that by a number you can't even begin to comprehend and that is how proud your parents would have felt) but i realise that's stretching it. (no, i don't know your mum and no i wasn't there. It's just very basic human psychology.)
Having said all of the above.... I wouldn't even have responded to the very same post without the
fat and/or part, coz i understand feeling the need to have a rant about your job. Every job has it's downside(s), in my case it's the soft- and hardware i have to work with, the principal, the IT bloke and two kids who are constantly trying (and failing) to get me agitated. And sometimes a (semi-)anonymous rant can be very liberating. I know that all to well as i have been quilty of the very thing. However, in those rants i could have brought up them being: a Geordie, foreign, ferret-faced, female, male, old, ginger, grey, blonde, black, gay, overweight and/or even bearded. I didn't coz it's completely irrelevant to the behavior that led me to feeling like having a nice old rant.
It would be like me responding to your initial
fat and/or post with: "you are either an American and/or narrow-minded" (just trying to explain a difference in putting things by turning the tables on you there. Come to think of it... just the fact that i feel the need to explain that it's not the way i think and feel says it all really)
What it comes down to... count your blessings, try not to be nasty towards large portions of the population even if individuals (well i'm not!) belonging to that group get on your nerves and let people close to you know you apreciate them.
Be nice. Call me a hippie... but nice is quite an enjoyable thing to be. It'll cost you next to nothing and it'll pay you back in the never deflating currency of knowing you made someone's day, people being grateful, throwing you smiles, returning a favor, being generally loved and if you're lucky... you might even get a hug.
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actually, i think i've got a bloody good reason to hate you. but basically;
