January 28, 2009
Thieving Sorry-Assed Bastards
A few months ago, I had a mishap in Milwaukee concerning a rental car and a number of my personal belongings. Some worthless member of the entitlement generation seemed to think my things were his, and that the window between them was simply an invitation to spread broken glass on the pavement.
Well, it happened again. Not to me this time, thankfully, but I’m still affected.
I’m here in Cleveland, enjoying the cold, blustery winter snow, and had just returned from a very productive meeting with a major prospective customer. We had been chauffeured around by our local sales rep, and the regional sales manager and I were getting back to the hotel to dig the car out of a snowbank and head out to Erie, PA for some further excitement — because not much is more exciting than Erie on a Wednesday night in January!
Unfortunately, some petty thief had other plans. I didn’t see whether the GPS was stored in the open overnight, but apparently it was enough of a draw to break a window. Inexplicably, the bastard took the GPS but not the power cord! So not only is he unethical, he’s also a moron.
I hate to wish ill will on anyone, but I hope he gets plowed into a snowdrift.
UPDATE: I hadn’t realized it, but my coworker just informed me that the GPS was in his pocket. So apparently the thief broke in LOOKING for it (after seeing the power cord/etc), but didn’t get a damn thing. Serves him right.
January 23, 2009
Inklings On The Key To Happiness
One of these days, I’ll quit procrastinating and actually write a post that’s I’ve been mulling over for months on happiness… It’s one of those that’s going to take some time, and some energy, and probably a little baring of the soul…
TJIC, who has apparently been where I was earlier and my life and understands where I am now, has this to say:
For a decade or so in my teens and early twenties I acted as if my internal mental state was not my choice.
It made me miserable.
It’s been a bit more than a decade since I decided that my internal mental state was my choice, and it was my responsibility to every day pick the mental state I wanted.
I’ve been a lot happier, and accomplished a lot more.
It seems like an easy thing to suggest, and it’s probably not as easy as it sounds. But it works.
When you absolutely realize that you have the power to choose, when that fact truly sinks into your head… It’s about the most powerful thing you’ll ever learn.
Yeah, you should always make sure you have all cords stowed away when parking in public. I don’t even like have the plastic suction mount on my windshield.
Comment by Nick M. — January 28, 2009 @ 5:12 pm
because not much is more exciting than Erie on a Wednesday night in January!
You’re reminding me of a movie: That Thing You Do.
Guy: Yeah, we were pretty wild up in Erie, Penn.
Lenny: Yeah, there was this one time, we stayed up way past midnight.
On a more serious note, I’m glad to hear nothing actually got stolen.
Comment by Wulf — January 31, 2009 @ 12:49 pm
I remember when I was a little girl, my dad would park his old truck on the street and not even lock the door. Only once did anyone ever attempt to steal his truck and after that he started locking the doors. Now days they will break in for anything left in the car….With the economy the way it is, it will only get worse……
Comment by Lucy Stern — February 2, 2009 @ 9:20 pm