Behind every successful woman, is a basket of dirty laundry…Sally Forth
Except, in my case, it IS a "pile" of "clean" laundry and, well, success is a relative term, isn't it?
According to some members of my family (especially, those who are, you know, mostly, women) I should consider myself lucky, whenever my husband, Garth [not his real name] is brave enough to come home and "actually" gets out of the car, at night.
I get that.
Still. Why are we women (mothers or non) so gosh-darned hard on each other?
That's right, I said it, being a woman should feel really, really good, right now and, honestly, I can't remember the last time I felt good-ish about myself…most especially, in the company of other women.
I mean, the minute something goes right in my life (yes, if you haven't guessed it, already, this post is NOT about the kids, so, pretend like I don't have any, okay?) my inner-teenager keeps wanting to bust out and, well, I never really liked her, either.
Take for instance, work.
I am THRILLED about being able to find a part-time job, outside the house, that works with my in-house schedule and, well, did I mention I have 4 kids, who get sick, a lot.
[resume pretending I don't have any kids]
There's this woman at work.
Okay, so, like, there are MANY women, where I work, just pretend you know the one I'm talking about, okay?
Aaaaanyway, she's older (yes, Busy Mom, even older than me) and, well, I bet you 20-somethings think you've got it bad, right?
Imagine being treated like a red-headed step child, with 1 eye, no ears and terribly bad breath, at 40-something, by someone you don't even know.
"Good night, Mrs. Crabby Pants!"
No, I don't call her that (IRL) but, as soon as I open my mouth, to be nice, the woman cringes, every time.
[smells breath, checks for underarm stains]
I just don't get it.
"So-and-So is coming in tomorrow for a visit!"
Then, I overheard her talking with another member (the room is small, what?) and I finally realized what it was (because, I'm smart like that) long story, short (you're welcome) Mrs. Crabby Pants and So-and-So are very good friends, for the last 8 years, IRL.
"Where's So-and-So?"
Aaaaand, I was the one who told Mrs. Crabby Pants that So-and-So doesn't work here, anymore.
"WHATAREYOUKIDDINGMEWHENWHYHOWCANTHEYDOTHATTOHER?"
So, Mrs. Crabby Pants hates me…the end.
"I'm sorry?"
No, she doesn't know me and I don't owe her any explanations, or validations (just because she's woman, like me) beyond the fact that, you know, no, it wasn't the nicest introductions I have ever experienced.
"This place stinks!"
However, it was, to date, the worst first day at work of my life and, trust me, I've had plenty, before kids.
[pretend like you don't know what I am talking about and amazed that a sweet, youngish-looking thing like me is even old enough to have oldish-kids, okay?]
Then again, it's been a while — full-time moms can lead such a solitary lives, some times — and I seemed to have forgotten my body armor, at home.
"I'm canceling my contract."
On the other hand, in my humble opinion, I have witnessed enough anti-social behavior, in one day, to last a lifetime.
"I hope you allow yourself some time to reconsider your decision."
I know, I will.
After our [ahem] awkward meeting, Mrs. Crabby Pants continued to express her [double-ahem] dissatisfaction with EVERYONE ELSE, within ear shot (including me) for the next few days.
[whisper, whisper, whisper]
No, she did NOT cancel her contract (yet) however, it's been difficult.
"Why don't you just tell her to SUCKIT!"
My two oldest daughters (16 and 13, respectively and GAWD how I love them) think I'm just being a bit overly sensitive, as usual.
"Because, she's a customer."
Call me old-fashioned, go ahead.
"I also don't believe in engaging in bad behavior."
Sound familiar?
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Crabby Pants."
So, yesterday, I opened up and pretended like, you know, it was our first day, all over again.
"So, are you always going to be working these hours."
UGH.
"Yes, you see, because then I can keep my day job."
[cringe]
"Oh, you work during the day, too?"
DUH!
"Yes, and I am also a writer."
[eyes go wide]
"Really?
Wait…
"What do you write about?"
Wait…for…it…
"I make other women look good."
Okay, actually, I meant how I make "other moms" look good, but I wasn't about to play the "I've got 4 kids" card.
"How do you do that?"
Here…it…comes…
"By sharing stories about raising 4 kids…"
Okay, so I played the "I've got 4 kids" card, but wait, there's more.
"…and how moms should not feel guilty about stupid stuff, all the time."
Because, I really don't need ANYONE'S help in that department, thankyouverymuch!
"Uh-huh, that's nice."
No, I don't believe in engaging in bad behavior.
"Have a nice day!"
But, I certainly don't have to take it…either…especially, not from a two-faced, venomous old, cranky pants, drama queen, who could probably use a good bitch-slap in the paunch, or two!
"See you tomorrow!"
The End.
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36 responses to “Mothers Working Against Guilt Need Not Apply”
Ack. From one gym employee to another, hugs. She’ll get over it. Most times, people will threaten to cancel their membership when they’re pissed about something that really has nothing to do with their membership, and then it blows over. I’m sorry that she’s being such a turd to you, but she’ll get over it. That’s the thing that sucks about being a good customer service person: having to restrain yourself from strangling customers. 🙂
Ack. From one gym employee to another, hugs. She’ll get over it. Most times, people will threaten to cancel their membership when they’re pissed about something that really has nothing to do with their membership, and then it blows over. I’m sorry that she’s being such a turd to you, but she’ll get over it. That’s the thing that sucks about being a good customer service person: having to restrain yourself from strangling customers. 🙂
Ack. From one gym employee to another, hugs. She’ll get over it. Most times, people will threaten to cancel their membership when they’re pissed about something that really has nothing to do with their membership, and then it blows over. I’m sorry that she’s being such a turd to you, but she’ll get over it. That’s the thing that sucks about being a good customer service person: having to restrain yourself from strangling customers. 🙂
Ack. From one gym employee to another, hugs. She’ll get over it. Most times, people will threaten to cancel their membership when they’re pissed about something that really has nothing to do with their membership, and then it blows over. I’m sorry that she’s being such a turd to you, but she’ll get over it. That’s the thing that sucks about being a good customer service person: having to restrain yourself from strangling customers. 🙂
Ack. From one gym employee to another, hugs. She’ll get over it. Most times, people will threaten to cancel their membership when they’re pissed about something that really has nothing to do with their membership, and then it blows over. I’m sorry that she’s being such a turd to you, but she’ll get over it. That’s the thing that sucks about being a good customer service person: having to restrain yourself from strangling customers. 🙂
Ack. From one gym employee to another, hugs. She’ll get over it. Most times, people will threaten to cancel their membership when they’re pissed about something that really has nothing to do with their membership, and then it blows over. I’m sorry that she’s being such a turd to you, but she’ll get over it. That’s the thing that sucks about being a good customer service person: having to restrain yourself from strangling customers. 🙂
Liz,
I’m glad you vented here because I’m sure you managed this crabby woman with your usual poise and grace. I didn’t know you’d gotten a part time job – good for you! I hope the other customers you’re encountering are more pleasant.
And you should also know that I also struggled with the piles of clean laundry. Why is it so hard to put it away???
Liz,
I’m glad you vented here because I’m sure you managed this crabby woman with your usual poise and grace. I didn’t know you’d gotten a part time job – good for you! I hope the other customers you’re encountering are more pleasant.
And you should also know that I also struggled with the piles of clean laundry. Why is it so hard to put it away???
Liz,
I’m glad you vented here because I’m sure you managed this crabby woman with your usual poise and grace. I didn’t know you’d gotten a part time job – good for you! I hope the other customers you’re encountering are more pleasant.
And you should also know that I also struggled with the piles of clean laundry. Why is it so hard to put it away???
Liz,
I’m glad you vented here because I’m sure you managed this crabby woman with your usual poise and grace. I didn’t know you’d gotten a part time job – good for you! I hope the other customers you’re encountering are more pleasant.
And you should also know that I also struggled with the piles of clean laundry. Why is it so hard to put it away???
Liz,
I’m glad you vented here because I’m sure you managed this crabby woman with your usual poise and grace. I didn’t know you’d gotten a part time job – good for you! I hope the other customers you’re encountering are more pleasant.
And you should also know that I also struggled with the piles of clean laundry. Why is it so hard to put it away???
Liz,
I’m glad you vented here because I’m sure you managed this crabby woman with your usual poise and grace. I didn’t know you’d gotten a part time job – good for you! I hope the other customers you’re encountering are more pleasant.
And you should also know that I also struggled with the piles of clean laundry. Why is it so hard to put it away???
You are sooo much better than me. I’d have ripped up her contract in front of her and said, thanks for coming, see ya, now bye bye. Of course, I’d also need a new job, but it would totally be worth it. Damn that Italian temper!
You are sooo much better than me. I’d have ripped up her contract in front of her and said, thanks for coming, see ya, now bye bye. Of course, I’d also need a new job, but it would totally be worth it. Damn that Italian temper!
You are sooo much better than me. I’d have ripped up her contract in front of her and said, thanks for coming, see ya, now bye bye. Of course, I’d also need a new job, but it would totally be worth it. Damn that Italian temper!
You are sooo much better than me. I’d have ripped up her contract in front of her and said, thanks for coming, see ya, now bye bye. Of course, I’d also need a new job, but it would totally be worth it. Damn that Italian temper!
You are sooo much better than me. I’d have ripped up her contract in front of her and said, thanks for coming, see ya, now bye bye. Of course, I’d also need a new job, but it would totally be worth it. Damn that Italian temper!
You are sooo much better than me. I’d have ripped up her contract in front of her and said, thanks for coming, see ya, now bye bye. Of course, I’d also need a new job, but it would totally be worth it. Damn that Italian temper!
Err! I think unhappy people feel threatened by pretty much everybody.
Your great personality obviously makes her realized she is serious lacking and she hates you for it.
I on the other hand, think you are freaking fabulous!
xo Kim
Err! I think unhappy people feel threatened by pretty much everybody.
Your great personality obviously makes her realized she is serious lacking and she hates you for it.
I on the other hand, think you are freaking fabulous!
xo Kim
Err! I think unhappy people feel threatened by pretty much everybody.
Your great personality obviously makes her realized she is serious lacking and she hates you for it.
I on the other hand, think you are freaking fabulous!
xo Kim
Err! I think unhappy people feel threatened by pretty much everybody.
Your great personality obviously makes her realized she is serious lacking and she hates you for it.
I on the other hand, think you are freaking fabulous!
xo Kim
Err! I think unhappy people feel threatened by pretty much everybody.
Your great personality obviously makes her realized she is serious lacking and she hates you for it.
I on the other hand, think you are freaking fabulous!
xo Kim
Err! I think unhappy people feel threatened by pretty much everybody.
Your great personality obviously makes her realized she is serious lacking and she hates you for it.
I on the other hand, think you are freaking fabulous!
xo Kim
Due to the title of this post, I feel obligated to comment. And here is my very wise and measured thought: “What a BEEOTCH!” Some people are just assholes. Whaddareyagonnado?
Due to the title of this post, I feel obligated to comment. And here is my very wise and measured thought: “What a BEEOTCH!” Some people are just assholes. Whaddareyagonnado?
Due to the title of this post, I feel obligated to comment. And here is my very wise and measured thought: “What a BEEOTCH!” Some people are just assholes. Whaddareyagonnado?
Due to the title of this post, I feel obligated to comment. And here is my very wise and measured thought: “What a BEEOTCH!” Some people are just assholes. Whaddareyagonnado?
Due to the title of this post, I feel obligated to comment. And here is my very wise and measured thought: “What a BEEOTCH!” Some people are just assholes. Whaddareyagonnado?
Due to the title of this post, I feel obligated to comment. And here is my very wise and measured thought: “What a BEEOTCH!” Some people are just assholes. Whaddareyagonnado?
Thank you for your "very wise" and "informed" response, my friend!
Liz@thisfullhouse
Thank you for your "very wise" and "informed" response, my friend!
Liz@thisfullhouse
Thank you for your "very wise" and "informed" response, my friend!
Liz@thisfullhouse
Thank you for your "very wise" and "informed" response, my friend!
Liz@thisfullhouse
Thank you for your "very wise" and "informed" response, my friend!
Liz@thisfullhouse
Thank you for your "very wise" and "informed" response, my friend!
Liz@thisfullhouse