So while I was away, I decided to come up with a new addition, simply called “Things That Piss Me Off”. Just random bits of goat droppings that really, really piss me off.
And now, we come to today’s bit of moose crap: Entitlement.
Entitlement? Yup. Nothing wrong with it in small doses here and there and sometimes it can help you get what you were supposed to get in the first place. Like? How about when you pick up that new gadget and it craps out on you in the first hour? You’re entitled to a return/replacement, right?
But that same thing can become legendaryily bad, when you return it after 3 years of heavy use expecting a full refund.
Yes, today, there are tons of us that think they’re entitled to something just because we are.
What set me off? And no BS’ing here either. In line at my local fast-food burger joint. Nothing special. Regular everyday burger. Until some shit-for-brains decides that they didn’t like what they ordered and complains…loudly.
Quote: “Your chicken is terrible. It’s not what I ordered, I want a free meal…”
But the dude clearly shows his receipt to the bewildered burger flipper who calmly says, “sir, it’s what you ordered, I’m sorry if it wasn’t to your liking, we’ll make up a new one for you..”
To which angry-poop-for-brains wants his money and attention. Whatever right? But dude goes on to say and I kid you not, “do you know who I work for? One bad review from my blog will kill you! Get me what I want..”
Suffice it to say…this goes on for a while. Until, in the best interests of feeding my hungry belly, I say “hey man! Do what you have to do, but get out of line so the rest of us can eat!”
Thunderous applause…Mr Poopy head turns to the crowd…I hide of course, throws a curse word at us/me and storms away.
Good news is, I got free fries and an extra chicken sandwich, which tasted perfectly fine to my unrefined (hungry) pallet.
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Things That Piss Me Off
So while I was away, I decided to come up with a new addition, simply called “Things That Piss Me Off”. Just random bits of goat droppings that really, really piss me off.
And now, we come to today’s bit of moose crap: Entitlement.
Entitlement? Yup. Nothing wrong with it in small doses here and there and sometimes it can help you get what you were supposed to get in the first place. Like? How about when you pick up that new gadget and it craps out on you in the first hour? You’re entitled to a return/replacement, right?
But that same thing can become legendaryily bad, when you return it after 3 years of heavy use expecting a full refund.
Yes, today, there are tons of us that think they’re entitled to something just because we are.
What set me off? And no BS’ing here either. In line at my local fast-food burger joint. Nothing special. Regular everyday burger. Until some shit-for-brains decides that they didn’t like what they ordered and complains…loudly.
Quote: “Your chicken is terrible. It’s not what I ordered, I want a free meal…”
But the dude clearly shows his receipt to the bewildered burger flipper who calmly says, “sir, it’s what you ordered, I’m sorry if it wasn’t to your liking, we’ll make up a new one for you..”
To which angry-poop-for-brains wants his money and attention. Whatever right? But dude goes on to say and I kid you not, “do you know who I work for? One bad review from my blog will kill you! Get me what I want..”
Suffice it to say…this goes on for a while. Until, in the best interests of feeding my hungry belly, I say “hey man! Do what you have to do, but get out of line so the rest of us can eat!”
Thunderous applause…Mr Poopy head turns to the crowd…I hide of course, throws a curse word at us/me and storms away.
Good news is, I got free fries and an extra chicken sandwich, which tasted perfectly fine to my unrefined (hungry) pallet.