Can’t imagine who this refers to…

Peace will be impossible.  The people around you would rather fight.

Hmmmm….

My good friend Stuart shared exciting news with me today…he proposed to his girlfriend over the holiday!  Of course I wanted all the details…when, where, how, is there a date yet?  He generously filled me in on all that…but being a girl and all, I wanted to know about the BLING!  So I demanded that he TELL me about the ring!  Stuart, being a guy and all, answered, “Well, its pretty…”  Aaaarrrgggh…MEN!!

In his defense, he was able to tell me that its a round solitaire in a platinum (!) tiffany setting…and they are discussing dates in August 2007.

Love ya Stuart…congratulations.

I was complaining over the cubicle wall to my coworker today, as adjusters (and women) often do.

Me:  Joyce, men suck.
Joyce:  You know, you just have to find one that doesn’t suck quite as badly.

And there you have it.

Someone, who shall remain nameless, has been dressed in their best cranky pants all week. They must have just came back from the cleaners.

Not that I would ever begrudge anyone a rotten day, a rotten week, or even a rotten month. We all have them, and we’re all entitled. Everyone gets the transient bad attitude or mood swing. Believe me, people, I know moody!

Really though…a rotten week, a mood swing or temporary grumpiness is no excuse for behaving rudely or inconsiderately towards others…friends in particular. One should answer the phone, respond to email and do so pleasantly. If an apology is owed, it should be rendered with genuine humility.

The cranky pants need to be traded for big-boy britches and the sullen attitude needs to go out with the garbage. In this particular, case, please don’t recycle. And hurry up about it. The world is waiting for you to pull your head out, but it’s not going to hold it’s collective breath until you do.