One of my favorite Andy Griffith Show episodes is the one where Ernest T. Bass comes to town demanding an education. He thinks his beloved Romena will marry him if he can read and write. As usual Andy takes pity on poor ol’ Ernest T. and convinces Helen to let him come to her class. In the midst of a hilarious classroom scene Helen tells Ernest T. he is being rude. To which he proudly turns and says, “I got a rude!” Lord, honey I got two rudes this week.
Let me start by saying its been quite the week. My great aunt Elsie Hall was laid to rest Tuesday and a dear, sweet family friend passed away late Wednesday night. My blood pressure has been all over the map, I didn’t get in the running mileage I had hoped for and I had to deal with two complete idiots.
The first one is a young man who wants to bring carnival rides to the watermelon festival. He started contacting us early this year. We told him we didn’t do carnival rides and we had limited space. This joker wouldn’t take no for an answer. He worried me and another festival committee member, Nathan to death. He finally understood that he wasn’t coming to the 2017 festival.
I thought that was the end of it. Nope. A couple of weeks ago, he started emailing Nathan and I again. Nathan was smart enough not to reply. I told him that we were not interested in carnival rides, not the type of festival we are shooting for. I thought that was the end of it. Nope. He started messaging our festival Facebook page. Went through the same crap again. Since I was responding as the “festival” he didn’t know he was still talking to me, at first. He soon found out though. He literally messaged us 3-4 times a day.
There are three of us that are page admins, if any of us read the message the guy could tell. Well, this royally pissed him off that we were reading and not responding. Once again, I couldn’t help myself and responded, told him in no uncertain terms we were not interested. At this point I had had enough and blocked him from our page. Thought that was the end of it. Nope. He created a fake Facebook page and started the same mess again.
At first, I didn’t know it was him. But it didn’t take long to figure it out. As soon as I told him we were not interested in balloon art he accused me of having a “god complex” and a few other nice things. He also went on the festival page and under the review section and reviewed ME! The nicest thing he said about me was that I was rude. That’s my first rude of the week. (I blocked the fool again and deleted his review.)
My second rude came two days later. In my job, I constantly have sales people calling me wanting to sell the latest and greatest technology products. 99.9% of the time I do not answer my office phone. On the rare occasions I have, as soon as they start their sales pitch, in the nicest way possible I say, “Sir (or Ma’am) we have that covered and we really aren’t interested. I appreciate you calling, thank you” and hang up. Usually they are still talking, but I hang up anyway.
One industrious salesman thought he had a way around my tactics. He left me 3 messages in 2 days. His messages were good. He has a company in Searcy, he was vague as to why he was calling, but he acted like I should know him and what he wanted. Since I do business with several vendors, I thought it might be possible he was working with one of them on a project I have going. So, I made the critical error or returning his phone call.
As soon as he told me what he was wanting, I used my standard line, “Sir, I’m sorry, we already have that covered. Thanks very much.” Click. I thought that was the end of it. Nope.
A couple of hours later Marc Walling, my high school principal came by and asked me to go to his office. That’s not too unusual, so I didn’t think much about it until he said “You better close the door.” To which I laughed and asked if I was in trouble. He never cracked a smile, and I knew something not good was about to happen.
At this point, he was reaching for his phone. He dialed his voicemail and handed it to me and said, “Do not get mad. Just listen. It’s important you don’t get mad.” Low and behold it was the salesman from before ranting and raving about me. He demanded that he be put on the agenda for the next school board meeting because he is going to file a formal complaint against me…for being rude. My second rude of the week.
Marc had called him back after he left the message and God bless him, defended me. Nothing would appease the fool and he kept demanding to be put on the agenda. Finally Marc told him to just come on to the next meeting.
By now you are asking yourself if I got mad. If you know me at all you already know the answer. If you felt the earth shake at about 1:30 Thursday afternoon, that was me. I was absolutely livid. Naturally I wanted to call the idiot back and show him just exactly what rude was, Clyde Estes style. (Clyde was my grandfather and known county wide for his temper and colorful vocabulary.). Marc convinced me not to do anything. 😦
When I told Phil he asked for the guys number so he could handle it. I didn’t, I have fought my own battles for 50 years and don’t plan on stopping now. It has been unbelievably hard for me not to do anything. I don’t think the guy will show up, but I’m ready for him if he does!
This episode really fouled me up. I have been in education 30 years and have never had anything like this happen. Sure, I’ve made people mad, but never had anyone threaten to file a formal complaint against me. I could understand it better if I had cursed him and slammed down the phone, but I was nice! Don’t misunderstand, I am more than capable of being rude, but in both these instances I was not. I have decided that more and more people cannot take being told no. They think the are entitled to get their way in everything they do and if they don’t they will attack you. I’ve also decided that becoming a hermit is looking better and better!
It was a crazy hectic week and I only ran 3 times and did 1 day of strength training. I had two good runs and 1 completely crap run. My watch gives me all kinds of information about my runs. On my third run, it said “Sister, go home and hang up your shoes, you suck.”
There are times where I cannot figure out why I run. I am slow, it is hard, and the universe throws me one curve ball after another. And for some reason I cannot explain, I keep going. Yesterday’s run sucked, tomorrow’s will be better. If not tomorrow’s then the next day. The main thing is I’ve got to keep going.
I’m playing with the idea of going through a half marathon training plan. I’m not going to enter a race, but training for one might be fun. It will give me some structure and a goal. I found a schedule online that looks pretty good. It incorporates cross training and strength training. Since my mileage had decreased during July and August I have devised a schedule to gradually increase my pace and mileage again, so I’m not sure which path I’ll take. Stay tuned!
Run happy. Be fierce. Don’t get any rudes!