A Simple “Thank You”

It’s no secret, at least in my world, that I haven’t been terribly happy in my job for a while.  It’s not really the job itself or the people who I work closely with, but more the company I work for.  I’m not much of a ranter anymore and aside from my cell phone post, I don’t do a lot of ranting on here.  But, this is a rant with a happy ending so here it goes.

Like most companies, a few years ago when the recession hit, it hit hard and the company I work at starting laying people off.  I was one of the lucky ones who remained.  Although I was grateful to still have a job, that job now demanded more out of me and everyone else left.  When I was first hired at the company six years ago, there were six people in our division; then, there were two.  You do the math.  The final person in our division to be laid off was the accounting girl – those duties were then placed (read: thrown) in my lap.  Let me stop here to let you know that I have ab-so-lute-ly no accounting background.  So on top of the other jobs I was doing, I also then had to learn an entirely new job, one I wasn’t entirely excited about.  That was almost three years ago, and I am happy to say that I have since made that job my own.  We finally hired a third person after a year of the two of us struggling to get the work of six people done.  Thank goodness.

Now, the problem with the company, is that they have absolutely no idea how to treat their staff or motivate them.  Every single month my division is told that we are not making money, that in fact, we’re losing money.  Now, we’re not stupid, we know full well that if we were losing money month after month after month like they say we are, we would have been closed down a long time ago.  We know this isn’t true, that it’s management’s way of “motivating” us to do better, work harder, make more money.  What they don’t seem to realize, obviously, is that every time they tell us this, we want to pack up our stuff and go home.  I mean, we’ve been working our behinds off and what is our thanks?  Being told we’re not doing a good enough job – every month.  To say the morale in our office is low is an understatement.

Another thing that really doesn’t help matters is the fact there was a wage/salary freeze a few years ago.  I still remember opening that email.  I get that there was a recession, I understand that things were going to change and that raises were going to be out of the question, for a while.  I’m not completely ignorant of the facts.  What does irk me is seeing managers and VP’s and the President rolling into the parking lot in their Audies, Porsches and Bentley – yes, our President thought it would be a good idea to show up to the office in his Bentley.

Oh, we did eventually get a raise.  It was last year.  I remember going into the VP’s office to get some things signed and he had me shut the door.  He then handed me an envelope and told me to fill “it” out, and get it back to him the next week.  It was a review.  I had to fill in a three page questionnaire about my work to date.  Actually, it was about my work since my last review which was funny considering I had never had a formal review up to that point.  Well, I took it home, filled it out as best as I could (I think they Googled “Performance Reviews” and printed out the first one they found – most of the questions pertained to managers, which I am not) and on the day of my review, handed it in to the VP, who did my review.  I found out during said review that we would be getting a raise of three percent.  Now I’m not one to spit in the face of this sort of thing, however, it had been three years since my last raise and the only thing that didn’t go up during those three years was my salary.  I hate to sound incredibly ungrateful, but when I got my next pay stub I had to pull out my previous one to see if I had actually gotten a raise.  That’s not good.  Again, I hate to sound like a spoiled brat but… did I mention our President and his Bentley?  Yeah.

Okay, on to the nice part!

Fast forward a year.  Last week, Monday to be exact, there was a staff meeting – attendance not mandatory (weird, yes).  Well, I was off sick that day so I clearly didn’t go.  When I got into work the next day, I opened an email outlining what the meeting had been about – it had been to recognize people who had been with the company for milestone years i.e. five, ten, fifteen etc., you get the idea.  I’ve been there for six years so there was my name.  I thought “Oh, that’s nice I guess,” I mean, I got my name on a list, in an email.  Maybe I missed a pizza and wing lunch – our VP’s go-to for potluck lunches.  I went on with my day.

The next day, while I was counting petty cash in my boss’s office, there was a knock on the door and on the other side was the VP, holding an orange gift bag, with my name on it.  He came in, shook my hand and thanked me for all of my work over the years.  I don’t like attention and was a bit embarrassed, but smiled like a goof anyway.  I said, You’re Welcome, and thanked him for whatever was in the bag.  Turns out it was a plaque, a $50.00 gift card and a handwritten card thanking me for my hard work.  I’m not sure who signed it – I think it’s the President since I know the VP’s signature and it’s not his – but it doesn’t matter.  That little token of appreciation lifted my spirits, it made me smile and it put me in a very good mood.  It wasn’t a huge raise, it wasn’t an enormous and expensive gift; it was a Thank You, letting me know I was appreciated.  To any managers/owners etc. out there reading this – your staff deserves to be shown respect and to be told that they are doing a good job – I mean, if they’re still working for you, they’re obviously doing a good job.  They need to hear you say Thank You every once in a while.  Trust me, it will make them smile.

~Trisha~

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A Mini Makeover

This weekend I did something that I should have done a while ago – I moved the furniture in my living room around.  I did it on a whim after thinking (again) about how sick I was of looking at my living room the way it was.  It was 6pm, last night, and I figured I could get it done fairly quickly, and I was right.  By 7:15 I was standing and looking at the changes (it’s obviously not a very big living room).  What a difference moving a few things, or actually in my case everything, into a new location makes.  It feels bigger, yet cozier, somehow.  I know very little about Feng Shui, but I think I made some good moves.  I opened it up, and it now seems like a more grown up living room.  I also made this discovery: I’m pretty sure my cat, Puddin’, has more toys than most children!  Every time I moved something, I would find more of her toys – it was a bit crazy.  My floor is now covered in cat toys – I definitely have to do something about that.

My inspiration definitely came from reading one of my new favourite blogs Apartment Envy – I love this blog; she has great tips and great photos on there.  My apartment is much tinier and more generic compared to what she showcases, but I’m never looking to copy anything, I’m only ever looking to be inspired.  I live in an old (probably from the 70’s) high-rise where all of the apartments are cookie cutter copies of the next, with odd angles and wall placements, and even worse floors.  But I do what I can to make it my own; I have been for the six years that I’ve lived here.  Of course, it’s difficult given what I have to work with, both the space itself and the finances, but it’s definitely my space.  I would love to have a more cohesive look, with not necessarily matching anything, actually definitely NOT matching anything, but right now it’s still a mish mash of furniture and styles.

I used to be obsessed with white – everything in my apartment was white.  That is until the day my Mom walked through it and said it was nice, but “sterile” looking.  I don’t think she meant it as an insult, just as a guiding piece of advice.  Well, I took it, and have since added pops of colour throughout.  I traded my white living room curtains for red, my white area rug for a red shag carpet (yup, I have a shag carpet and I love it).  My bathroom no longer blinds people with the white walls, white shower curtain, white towels and white mat – I’ve gone orange in there (my favorite colour).  One thing I won’t do in this apartment, however, is paint.  In my last apartment, which was a 100-year-old fourth floor walk up, I painted every room almost as soon as I moved in.  Why?  Well because each room was a different Neon colour.  Yes, you read right – each room was either blue, yellow or green; make that super bright blue, yellow or green.  It was beyond hideous.  I painted the living room a very dark burgundy which might not sound very nice, but the room had crown molding which was white – it looked sharp.  The rest of the rooms were painted either a creamy white or sage green.  I even went so far as to paint the kitchen cupboards white.  They were all wood (and I know some people think it’s a sin to paint wood), but they were just too much so they got painted and I changed the pulls to brushed nickel.  That apartment was nice – although the storage was a nightmare, as in there was none!  For some reason though, and I’m really not sure why exactly, I just can’t bring myself to paint this apartment.  I’m sure it would look better and warmer if I did but no, I just won’t do it.  So white walls they will remain.

I was going to post a picture of what my living room looks like but when I uploaded it, it just didn’t look very good – turns out my living room is not very photogenic!  Either that or I’m not a very good photographer.  So instead, I’ll treat you to a pic of Puddin’!

Puddin’ on my red shag carpet!

Happy Monday!

~Trisha~

Lists, lists, lists, oh and more lists!

Hello, my name is Trisha, and I am a compulsive list maker.  I have been making lists for as long as I can remember.  I have notebooks filled with lists all over my apartment, on my coffee table, under my coffee table, on my desk, in my desk, in my handbag (I have 3 little memo books in there for lists).  My BlackBerry Memo section is filled with running lists: Blog Post Ideas, Books to Get, Gift Ideas, Good Restaurants, LCBO list, Movies to See, Shopping List, Songs to Download, Things to Check (i.e. Google) and Things to Look Up (not too sure why I have this last one since it’s clearly the same as the previous list!).  I’ve even been known to make a list of the lists that I need to make.  Out of control you say?  I agree, sort of.

It’s kind of become a bit of a joke, all of my list making. It’s like I have an innate need to make these lists and when I don’t, I just seem to flounder; my head is all over the place, and I really don’t get anything done.

Take this morning, for instance. I was sitting on my sofa thinking of all the things I need to get done and was feeling a bit overwhelmed.  There was really no reason to feel that way since it is Saturday, I have all day to do everything, and none of it is really that pressing.  But, I got the usual panicky, flustered feeling and went to my bag, grabbed my pen, pulled my big notebook out from under the coffee table, and started writing.  It was while I was in the middle of writing my Saturday To Do List “cleaning” entry that the idea for this post came to me.  You see, I didn’t just write “clean apt.” No, I wrote “clean apt.” and then continued to make a sub-list breaking down exactly what I need to do in order to clean my apartment because my apartment is so huge, and I clearly need direction on what needs to get done (heavy sarcasm here).

Although I’ve been making lists for a long time, it became really out of control back when I was in therapy (yes, I was in therapy, there I said it – but really, who hasn’t been?).  My therapist not only supported my list making, she encouraged me to take it to a new level by making a list of everything that I needed to do each and every day.  My lists changed from regular goal oriented and weekly lists to lists containing things like showering and eating breakfast.  It was slightly (or not so slightly) ridiculous, but I did it.  And, I still do, to an extent.

Over the past couple of years, I’ve been, as I’ve mentioned before, reading a lot about the Tao, in particular Dr. Wayne Dyer books.  He encourages people to be less structured, to basically allow life to happen by not planning so much – to go with the flow so to speak.  To say that is not me is a huge understatement.  I’m most certainly not a fly by the seat of my pants type person; I like structure, I like plans, so just going with the flow is quite difficult for me.  Having a free day ahead of me without having a plan of some sort of how I’m going to use it, throws me.

I have tried, though, to curb my list making, I really have.  Oh, I still make lists, just not on a daily basis.  I have to say, I love having a long list of things to do and being able to cross them off as I go; it feels like I’ve accomplished something.  Now, however, I don’t go into a tailspin if I don’t finish everything on the list; I know that there will be another day to finish whatever is left, that the world won’t come to an end just because my storage room didn’t get cleared out that day.

One thing is for sure, I will never give up my list making and that is not a bad thing, it’s not.  In a perfect world, living on the fly and just letting life happen would be great.  I don’t happen to live in that world.  My world, my life, is busy, and at times, quite hectic; there’s nothing like a well laid out list to ground things, to put things into perspective for me, to show me what needs to be done now and what can wait for a little while –  even if it is on my list.

~Trisha~

Is everyone really THAT excited to get to work?

My morning commute is tops, 10 minutes. I’d like to say they’re a relaxing 10 minutes that get my day started off on the right foot, but that hasn’t always been the case. I have managed to take better control of the situation though, and try to use my commute to my advantage. I listen to calming Zen music every morning which tends to declutter my mind; the sound of waterfalls and birds chirping do, for the most part, help drown out the maniacs on the road. When things were really out of control, I was cranking Jazz music like crazy. At one point, we used our commute to discuss books we were reading- our version of a mini book club.

Why are people in such a hurry to get to work or wherever it is they’re going? Do people just not have an off button anymore? I don’t know if this is just a trend in the city I live in, but I’ve noticed that the “in” thing to do is not stop. For example, if I’m about to turn into my workplace and begin to slow down, rather than the person behind me also slowing down, they’ll just cut someone off in the other lane, and switch lanes – no need to stop. I see this happen all the time. If you see a signal on a car, quick, cut someone else off so you don’t to have to waste so much of your precious time stopping for another person. Some of these people almost seem even mad that I’m turning. How dare I turn! You know who I’m talking about…the person who does that quick jerk-like move of their car into the other lane simply because you’ve forced them to slow down for a few seconds.  Are we really at a place in time where we get personally offended by someone who might slow us down for a mere few seconds?


Here’s proof that driving like an impatient maniac gets you nowhere faster. On the way home from my sister’s work, a man driving like he was on a mission, caught our attention. At the first red light, he was behind us. Then,  he abruptly did the switcharoo into the other lane, and took off like a bat out of hell. We continued to drive along until…we met the same car again at the next red light. Oh, it’s you. Hi! Green light – poof! He’s outta there. My sister and I were chatting, having a pleasant drive and conversation, but, we couldn’t help but notice the same guy speeding up ahead, changing lanes every three seconds, cutting people off left and right. Eventually, we lost sight of him until…the next red light. No way! It’s you?  Again? This happened at every light along the way, so much so, that my sister and I began laughing about it. We pictured him in his car, sweating up a storm, anxious and in a rush, mad at all of the drivers on the road, probably cursing up a storm while we were all relaxed and calm in ours, having a wonderful conversation and quite a few laughs….at his expense. Even when we lost sight of his car for a while, he would, eventually, turn up again. We met this car all the way up until we had to turn to get off that road.

I’m sure that man thought he was a real master of his domain, that his driving skills would allow him to get to his destination a whole lot faster than the rest of us. Did they? Nope. And I guarantee you, we had a much more pleasurable experience on the road in our car, than he did in his. So I ask, what’s the point? Why in such a hurry? Slow down. Enjoy the drive. Enjoy the scenery. Enjoy the company of the person who’s with you. Enjoy your own company. Use your commuting time as  your time. Listen to your favourite music or audio book. Maybe by doing so, we’ll inadvertently bring back a little common courtesy to our fellow drivers.

Happy travels!

~Carolyn

I Love Mondays?

Monday, Monday!

It’s 7:30 Monday morning, I’ve up been awake since 5:30 and up since ten to six.  When I got into bed last night, I decided that I would wake up extra early to do my full hour of exercise in the morning, hence the 5:30 wake up call.  Well…5:30 came, my alarm went off and I hit snooze, only to be awoken 5 minutes later (my phone which I use for an alarm only snoozes for 5 minutes).  I continued this little game a few more times before I finally hauled my behind out of bed.  Yes, it seems kind of pointless that game, but I did learn one thing from it – 5:30 a.m. doesn’t work, it is too early!

I wasn’t sure what the body of this post would be, but I had the idea: the weekend goes so fast and I really don’t like Mondays (who does?!).  Then, I had a better idea while I was getting my shoes on – try and make this the best Monday I’ve had in a long time and write about it!  Write what I did and if it worked for me.  I can’t promise that this day will be the best, but I am certainly going to try.  For obvious reasons, although I’m starting the writing now, in the morning, I won’t be able to post this until tonight.  So, here it goes!

As I mentioned, I woke up early to work out which I did, for 30 minutes.  I felt/feel great about it.  I’m not dwelling on the fact that I didn’t complete the full hour like I had planned but hey, I did something and I am happy and grateful that I not only did it, but that I am healthy enough to be able to do it.

I showered and got ready in record time – another in the plus column.  Luckily, my hair and makeup routine is pretty minimal so lingering in the bathroom is not something that I do.  I’ve meditated and I’m now eating a healthy breakfast, plus and plus.  So far, so good.  I’ll be logging off in a few minutes to get dressed and pack up for my 11 hours away from here and then, I will be off to work.  That, my friends, will be when the real test begins!  Ciao ciao until tonight.

Well, I’m back home.  To keep this post from being too long, I’ll give you a quick run-down of how the rest of my day went.

The bus ride to work was uneventful which is always good.  I enjoy taking the bus since it’s my quiet reading time.  I decided to read Dr. Dyer’s book The Power of Intention instead of the other book I brought with me, 50 Shades of Grey.  I’m about to start Chapter 13 of that book and so I know what to expect – this is definitely a book to read at home! It is hot, hot, hot!!

The morning was also good, lots of driver traffic in and out of the office (I work at a transportation company), and I had quite a few pleasant conversations with them – always nice.

The rest of the day went very good and very quickly.

I logged onto Word Press on my lunch and checked out the Freshly Pressed blogs and read A Midsummer Night’s Cream at A French Frye in ParisI’m not much of a traveler, but after reading that, I am inspired to save up and head to La Belle Paris!  It’s a wonderful blog with beautiful photos and great writing – check it out!

So, as I said, I am back home and feeling relaxed and happy.  It was a very nice Monday, full of good conversation, lots of work and some very nice and inspiring reading.  Sure I had a couple of frustrating moments, but at work, who doesn’t? The difference today is that instead of letting things upset me like they tend to on Mondays, I just smiled and moved on with the rest of my day.

It just goes to show that everything I read is true about positive energy attracting positive energy and negative energy attracting negative energy.  I started this Monday with a positive attitude and look what happened – I had a great day.  It’s all about the power of positive thinking!

~Trisha~

Taking the Plunge

“Don’t die with your music still in you.” ~Dr. Wayne Dyer~

That’s exactly what my sister and I did last night. We filled out the information to start our own business. We don’t even have a business plan! Well, technically, we do…it’s just all in our heads, not in some formal, intimidating, scary-looking “Business Plan” format. That’s just not us. We’re tired of having to fit into molds, doing things “their” way. We’re just flying by the seat of our pants, something the “old us” would never have done. Last night, sitting on the couch as we filled out the e-paperwork…was pretty freaking scary. We started getting snappy with each other, impatient, feeling anxious, nervous…getting mad at the form we were filling out for asking questions about our “anticipated profit”?! Afterwards, although still a bit scared, I think the overwhelming feeling we experienced was excitement. We’re finally taking charge of driving down our life’s path instead of relying on a chauffeur.

I think we’ve both just reached the point where we are tired of being the hamster in the wheel going around and around and around. Our hearts are just not in our jobs anymore…were they ever? I doubt it. In Ten Secrets for Success and Inner Peace, Dr. Wayne Dyer writes of the importance of following your passion and discovering what truly inspires you, the music you were put on this earth to play. For so many of us, we “play music” on a daily basis, but it is not our music. It’s the music that gets us through our day-to-day lives; it allows us to put a roof over our heads, pay our car insurance, feed our family…but, is it the music we were meant to play, or want to play? Is it the music that makes us feel good, feel fulfilled? Is it the music that corresponds with what we believe our purpose in life is, our passion? For me, the answer is no. And that’s why I have made this leap of faith. That is why I’m taking the plunge. I don’t see the safety net, but I know it’s there.

~Carolyn

Let your music play!

We’re Not Worthy…Or Are We?

Oh my. I can’t believe how competitive it is out here in the blogosphere. Well, actually, I can, especially after participating in a webinar on this very topic last week…it seemed as if what lay ahead was nothing but doom and gloom…unless I managed to get some “Guest Blogs”…where? I have no idea. Of course, in the end, I would have had to enroll in an e-class for $600 to find out the “key” to my potential blogging success. Needless to say, here I am with $600 still in my pocket…trying to battle my way through this sea of blogs in hopes that one or two…or maybe even six people, will read what I have to say.

Well, guess what? Yesterday, we had 14 views, and my sister and I were practically doing cartwheels. Even better, a few people actually “liked” our posts, and FIVE have even decided to follow us. WE’RE NOT WORTHY!!! But, thank you. We even got our first comment…granted, it seems to be slightly (or full out?) in the way of spam. But hey, we’re firm believers in everything is happening the way it’s supposed to so…the spam comment stays. I think it’s only half spam anyway since an actual compliment was attached to it. Or was that just a ploy?! It stays. We’re not rocking the boat!

I wonder if most bloggers get this excited over their first likes, their first followers? We probably should have just played it cool. But, too late!

~Carolyn

My Love/Hate Relationship with Exercise

Okay, so it goes a little something like this: I see a workout program that I think looks fun, I order it, I get excited about its impending arrival, I buy a new workout outfit to celebrate, I receive said program in the mail, I start the program and within a matter of a few weeks…the novelty and excitement have worn off and I start slacking.  This is how I am, I fall in and out of love with exercise and it’s been this way for years.

Now, I’ve been working out for a long time.  A. Very. Long. Time.  I started exercising when I was a teenager; I would switch on the little T.V. in the rec room and bounce around to the local exercise program.  I remember the first exercise tape I got for Christmas one year – a Jane Fonda work out.  Forgive me, I was young and didn’t know any better.  From there, I progressed to more intense workouts including” the step”.  I loved it, and can proudly say that I only fell off of it a few times!  One Christmas, I asked for and received (yaaay!), an elliptical machine.  Back then, exercise was a big part of my life, I loved it; if I didn’t work out at least an hour a day, I just hadn’t done good enough.  Back then, I had a lot more time on my hands.

These days, trying to squeeze in an hour of exercise a day involves planning and juggling.  Today for instance, I woke up earlier than l think anyone in my building (5:45 a.m., sorry to my downstairs neighbor) and did 30 minutes of cardio from a new work out program I bought, and then I finished the workout, 30 minutes of strength training, when I got home from work.  The workout seems fun, and I sure was sweating – I think it’s doable.  It’s the diet plan that she “prescribes,” and insists we follow to a T in order for us to get the results she promises, that I’m worried about.  This diet is strict with a capital S.  When I was reading the diet I actually said out loud, “I’m gonna starve, I’m literally gonna starve on this.”  An example of one of the meals in the “menu”: 2 large celery stalks with natural peanut butter for lunch.  Not even the yummy peanut butter already living in my cupboard.  I love food – I love to cook it, I love to bake it and I love to eat it.  Hence my need for this program!  This is going to be a challenge.  But, I’m committed this time, I really am.  I hope.

My problem is that I just can’t seem to stick with a program or a schedule, and I’m not sure why.  I love the way I feel when I work out, I like (sort of, let’s be honest) the results I see when I work out; I have never regretted working out so why can’t I just stick with it?

I’m sure there are all sorts of psychological reasons for this, but I’m just looking for a simple reason here, not therapy.  Maybe it’s because there’s nothing calming or soothing about working out which is one of the things I love about yoga.  I always finish my yoga feeling stronger and like I’ve had a work out, but I also feel balanced and centered.  Maybe it’s boredom; doing the same 3 or 4 workouts over and over and over, it’s like Chinese water torture. Maybe it’s just because I have a problem with commitment, which is true, but that’s a whole other post!

Well, I have the next 90 days to either fall in love with this program and order the next stage, or kick it to the curb.  Day two starts tomorrow and I’m crossing my fingers because I’m getting a little tired of this on again, off again love affair.

~Trisha~

Ta-Da! Dream a Little Dream

Judging from when I made my initial post about the Vision Boards, I guess one could say I’m a bit of a procrastinator. Anyway…Today I finally attempted my O Board. The template was very easy to work with, searchable pictures were available on the site (or you could add your own), and they could be moved wherever you wanted on the page as well as sized and turned. The hardest part for me was coming up with enough stuff to fill the board – which is a good thing because it encouraged me to really think about my “dreams,” what I really wanted out of life. What I realized is that my dreams are fairly simple, and have a lot more to do with feelings than with stuff. All in all, it was a good experience  (I even felt a little empowered afterwards), and it currently plays the role of my computer background. My next step? A tangible Vision Board that I can hang in my home.

~Carolyn

The Smart Phone: The New Holy Grail?

You know, there was a time not that long ago, when saying “hi” to someone you met in say, the elevator or the laundry room, was the normal, polite thing to do.  At least that’s how I was raised,  to acknowledge people, offer a greeting and a smile.  Today, however, in order to say hello to someone, it means having to get someone’s attention away from their phone.  I don’t know what it is with people and their phones and their need to be on it all the time, but it’s rampant, like an epidemic.

Quite often, I will step onto the elevator in my building and see someone already in there completely engrossed in their text or email (or for all I know, it’s probably Word Mole or Fruit Ninja!), and they don’t even look up to see who has just walked into this tiny, enclosed space with them.  I could have a gun or a knife and they would have no idea because they don’t so much as take a glance at me.  And now they’re trapped in there with me.  I mean, I’m not someone with a gun or a knife but still, I could be, and they wouldn’t know until it’s too late.  It’s crazy.

What’s crazier still is when I do say hi to them they look up at me startled and barely utter a word; I might get a slight grunt, or if I’m lucky a timid hello, before they bow their heads in prayer to the holy BlackBerry/iPhone.  It’s as though any and all social skills that they likely acquired growing up have been lost.

Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against cells phones or smart phones; in fact, I have one myself and use it quite often to check emails, send/reply to texts, etc.  It’s the people who use them incessantly with zero regard for how they are behaving and treating others around them who cause me concern.  Myself, I rarely if ever use it when I’m in a group of people, such as the example above, and I never, I repeat never, make or take a call unless I’ve stepped outside and away from people.  That is just plain rude and ignorant.  No one wants to hear my conversation and frankly, I’d rather not share my conversation with a bunch of strangers.  And let’s be honest here, who calls anyone anymore, it’s all about emailing and texting.  Even my Dad, who we taught how to text, does it quite often and has become a master texter.  He can reply to a text in record time and he has a flip phone with three letters per key – I have to admit, I’m pretty impressed with his skills!  (A quick note about my Dad and phones: once he’s said what he’s needed/wanted to say, he’s done.  You can send text after text to try to get a reply out of him, which I’ve done, but nothing – he’s done.  I asked him about this and he told me he doesn’t reply because he turns his phone off when he’s finished.  The abruptness of his “last text” is similar to how he gets off the phone.  You can be in the middle of a conversation, but if he gets the urge to get off the phone, he’s gone.  He’s not rude about it he’s just, as I said, abrupt.  It cracks me up every time!)

Another scenario that shocks me every time I see it is the phone orgy.  I know you know what I’m talking about since you can’t go out anymore without seeing it.  A group of people seemingly out together for some type of social activity, say, shopping or having dinner at a restaurant, and every single person in the group is on a phone.  Whaaaat????  I see it all the time and I always point it out to whoever I’m with because it irks me that much.  I mean, why did they bother to go out together in the first place?  They clearly don’t enjoy each other’s company since they’ve all whipped out their phones and are doing who knows what or talking to who knows who.   Please, pretty please, if you’re one of these people, stop (although, if you’re reading this blog I would find it hard to believe that you would be one of these people!).

A few years ago, I was invited to a dinner party at a pretty nice restaurant.  During the dinner, I noticed the host of this shindig on her phone; I didn’t think much of it at first because even then, it was the norm for people to pull out their phones anywhere (although since she was the host, it was definitely a bit tacky).  After a while (since  she was sitting right beside me, I could hear what she was saying, something about the seating), it occurred to me that the person she was speaking to was SITTING AT THE SAME TABLE AS US!  I glanced around and sure enough, there was the other girl sitting on the other side of our table about two people down from me talking on her phone to the host.  I’m not kidding or exaggerating, this is a true story!  And in case you’re wondering, yes, it was a sign of how the evening transpired.  Awkward has been the only word that has ever come to mind when describing that night.

My one last gripe (I promise!) is when I’m talking with someone and they are constantly checking their phones.  I realize I might not be the most interesting person but come on, show a little respect and pay attention to our conversation.  I have to admit that I have done this very thing a few times in the past, but I always wound up feeling like such a jerk that I don’t do it anymore.  It’s slightly disconcerting to see someone you’re having an intense conversation with checking their phone every minute or two.  Just show a bit of respect and some manners and leave the phone alone.  Trust me, the text or email will still be there when we’re done talking and so will the person who sent it; if they’re like you, they’ll be sitting on pins and needles waiting for a reply.  And the plus side, because you don’t reply right away, it’ll make you seem so very busy and important.  Hmm, how’s that for a bonus?!

So, just to recap, when someone comes into a room and you happen to be on your cell, look up, say hi, maybe even offer up a smile; if you’re having a conversation with a friend, keep your hands off your phone, and if you’re out for dinner with friends, put your phones away and enjoy the company of the people you’re with (or just stay home and call them instead!).  Remember, manners go a long way with a lot people, let’s bring them back!!

~Trisha~

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