When Justin and I moved to Indy, our apartment complex promoted that it had a "24 hour fitness room." I suppose the word "room" should have given it away that this was nothing more than two cardio machines and a total gym from 1982. There are no TVs or music playing over head to keep your mind off the burn. Needless to say, if one other person is in the room, its crowded. It was really hard for me to stay motivated there and want to go back.
One of my best friends has a membership at Lifestyle Family Fitness. Ashley kept telling me to come with her, but I kept making up excuses.
"Oh that's okay," I said. "I have p90x at home!" Yeah --- covered with DUST!
But finally we went together. She told me I had a seven day free trail pass I could use. But as soon as I walked in the door, I realized how much I miss working out in an actual GYM! Going with her was a good life choice. Better yet, a GREAT life choice.
Of course, I joined the gym that night. It cost $34 a month, which of course made me sick to think about. But hey, no more Starbucks trips daily. And no more McDonald's for dinners when its late. All the money on unhealthy expenses will now be going toward a healthy investment.
The gym also has a pool, so I can practice for SCUBA class. It also has free workout classes I can attend. I also get three personal trainer sessions to get me started --- a $15o value, for free!
I think watching other people working out hard is also key. You see the look in their eyes. The determination. The tears. You hear the moans. The grunts. The loud sighs. And it makes you work harder too. You learn new moves and different approaches to machines and weight lifting. You make friends who are also making healthy options in life.
I can't wait to see where my weight loss journey will take me.
Much love,
Ashley
Ashley
Monday, January 18, 2010
Sunday, January 17, 2010
The Pressing Question, Answered
Every single day, I get asked the same question. Often, multiple times a day.
"So, how are the wedding plans coming along?"
From the bottom of my heart, I understand that people probably care. They are interested in what we are doing. Or maybe they are just trying to start a conversation.
But really, the question stresses me out. We aren't made of money, so thinking about the wedding causes a financial meltdown for me. Justin does a good job now and our parents are helping out as much as possible, but we are doing everything as cheap as possible. I don't mind being cheap either. I don't want to begin the rest of our lives together with $30,000 in debt for ONE day.
On top of that, my main focus right now is school. And between work and family and Justin and Bandit and searching for jobs and updating my resume and working out; I just don't have the time to sit around and think about the wedding plans all day.
And really, its about the marriage. At the end of the day, it won't matter if we served lobster or fried chicken. It won't matter if our colors were marine blue or baby blue. It won't matter if we had white roses or yellow roses. What matters is understanding that the importance of this day: my commitment to Justin. Our marriage. Our future. Our love.
So here is EVERYTHING that I can think of that we have done:
- The wedding date is set: May 15, 2010
- The ceremony is at Justin's church, First English Lutheran in Richmond, Ind. and will PROBABLY start at 3:30 (maybe 2:30)
-The reception will immediately follow at Elk's Country Club in Richmond, Ind.
- The bridesmaid dresses are ordered--- here is a link: http://www.davidsbridal.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplayView?storeId=10052&catalogId=10051&categoryId=-49998973&colorName=Marine&subCategory=-49998976%7c-49998975%7c-49998973&top_category=&catentryId=6102368
- The flowers are so THANKFULLY being done by Justin's Aunt. We will definitely be having white roses and some of them are dipped in the Marine blue color. She did a great job on my bouquet and I trust her with all my heart.
-Our party favors are ordered, both for the reception and rehearsal dinner
- I have my dress and after 12 months I paid it off ---- no it didn't cost $1,000--- it was $400 and I LOVE it --- its simple :)
- Our DJ is a married couple who does the middle school and high school dances in Richmond
- Our cake will be a cupcake wedding cake in a square setup-- I tasted them with Jeanie and
they ROCK!!
- Our theme is the Dallas Cowboys
- Our photographer is Joe Huber, who does amazing work, and he is bringing a friend. So we will have two photographers there to capture our amazing day together. Thank you again Joe for being a part of our special day.
- I have no clue what the center pieces will be like, but I'm not worried
- We don't have a caterer booked yet; however, we think we have a lead that will cut us an AMAZING deal
- We don't know for sure what hotel, but we will be getting a block of rooms discounted for our guests travelling from out of town
-We have a wedding Web site: www.mywedding.com/thesiebs
-Justin and his groomsmen don't have their tuxes yet
-We don't have our scriptures picked out, but we have two beautiful ladies ready to read: Gina Grant and Amanda Strickler :)
- We start marriage counseling with the pastor at the end of the month
- Our rehearsal dinner will be pizza and beer or a cookout.
- I am designing all of the wedding invitations and programs, etc.
-Our quote is: "I want to spend my whole life laughing; laughing with you."
-I am still trying to get Bandit into the wedding party
- I will probably wear flip flops under my dress
- Nicole is doing my hair and make up :) I have my hair style picked out and its beautiful -- she is going to practice on me when I go visit her in March! <3
And here we are. Sunday evening. Nothing else will be planned or updated until the end of the month. So when people ask about my wedding plans, I am going to direct them here for all the answers. Because half of the time, I forget what I have left to do or what is 100 percent completed. The best part is I am not worried. I am not stressed. Everything will fall into place and I am just thankful I am not a bridezilla-- Justin is probably thankful of that too.
Much love,
Ashley
"So, how are the wedding plans coming along?"
From the bottom of my heart, I understand that people probably care. They are interested in what we are doing. Or maybe they are just trying to start a conversation.
But really, the question stresses me out. We aren't made of money, so thinking about the wedding causes a financial meltdown for me. Justin does a good job now and our parents are helping out as much as possible, but we are doing everything as cheap as possible. I don't mind being cheap either. I don't want to begin the rest of our lives together with $30,000 in debt for ONE day.
On top of that, my main focus right now is school. And between work and family and Justin and Bandit and searching for jobs and updating my resume and working out; I just don't have the time to sit around and think about the wedding plans all day.
And really, its about the marriage. At the end of the day, it won't matter if we served lobster or fried chicken. It won't matter if our colors were marine blue or baby blue. It won't matter if we had white roses or yellow roses. What matters is understanding that the importance of this day: my commitment to Justin. Our marriage. Our future. Our love.
So here is EVERYTHING that I can think of that we have done:
- The wedding date is set: May 15, 2010
- The ceremony is at Justin's church, First English Lutheran in Richmond, Ind. and will PROBABLY start at 3:30 (maybe 2:30)
-The reception will immediately follow at Elk's Country Club in Richmond, Ind.
- The bridesmaid dresses are ordered--- here is a link: http://www.davidsbridal.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplayView?storeId=10052&catalogId=10051&categoryId=-49998973&colorName=Marine&subCategory=-49998976%7c-49998975%7c-49998973&top_category=&catentryId=6102368
- The flowers are so THANKFULLY being done by Justin's Aunt. We will definitely be having white roses and some of them are dipped in the Marine blue color. She did a great job on my bouquet and I trust her with all my heart.
-Our party favors are ordered, both for the reception and rehearsal dinner
- I have my dress and after 12 months I paid it off ---- no it didn't cost $1,000--- it was $400 and I LOVE it --- its simple :)
- Our DJ is a married couple who does the middle school and high school dances in Richmond
- Our cake will be a cupcake wedding cake in a square setup-- I tasted them with Jeanie and
they ROCK!!
- Our theme is the Dallas Cowboys
- Our photographer is Joe Huber, who does amazing work, and he is bringing a friend. So we will have two photographers there to capture our amazing day together. Thank you again Joe for being a part of our special day.
- I have no clue what the center pieces will be like, but I'm not worried
- We don't have a caterer booked yet; however, we think we have a lead that will cut us an AMAZING deal
- We don't know for sure what hotel, but we will be getting a block of rooms discounted for our guests travelling from out of town
-We have a wedding Web site: www.mywedding.com/thesiebs
-Justin and his groomsmen don't have their tuxes yet
-We don't have our scriptures picked out, but we have two beautiful ladies ready to read: Gina Grant and Amanda Strickler :)
- We start marriage counseling with the pastor at the end of the month
- Our rehearsal dinner will be pizza and beer or a cookout.
- I am designing all of the wedding invitations and programs, etc.
-Our quote is: "I want to spend my whole life laughing; laughing with you."
-I am still trying to get Bandit into the wedding party
- I will probably wear flip flops under my dress
- Nicole is doing my hair and make up :) I have my hair style picked out and its beautiful -- she is going to practice on me when I go visit her in March! <3
And here we are. Sunday evening. Nothing else will be planned or updated until the end of the month. So when people ask about my wedding plans, I am going to direct them here for all the answers. Because half of the time, I forget what I have left to do or what is 100 percent completed. The best part is I am not worried. I am not stressed. Everything will fall into place and I am just thankful I am not a bridezilla-- Justin is probably thankful of that too.
Much love,
Ashley
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Scuba-Dubba-Doo!!
I woke up this morning thinking someone stepped on my stomach in my sleep. But Bandit slept in his cage, so I knew it wasn't him during the night. Then it hit me. Mother nature. Why wouldn't I start my period and have cramps the day of my entry skills test for scuba diving?! I was so bloated that none of my jeans fit.
So I did what every woman in need to cramp reliefs does...went to CVS! I got orange Gatorade, Ibuprofen liquid gels, salty chips, and new hair products. Oh, and a five hour energy. It worked. But I still had the constant thought in my head, "What if I end up being known as tampon girl because I get out of the pool and my string is hanging out?" I think this is a fear every single girl has while on her period and swimming. The infamous white string. Swimming with a pad (or diaper, although babies do it) just isn't effective or sanitary. Moral of the story, guys should be happy these concerns don't go through their head prior to a trip to mass of water.
Either way, I did what I could with what I had. From a previous blog, you are aware that I don't have a swim suit devoted to swimming. I simply have a wet suit and a "fashion" one piece swim suit. So, being day one, I took my "fashion" swim suit because I didn't want to come off "die hard" -- I had to joke about or at least inform people of my wet suit before I actually put it on for class. This fashion swimsuit will add humor to the story later.
So, I got to campus. I was a little nervous still, questioning my abilities as a swimmer. Ironically enough, body issues were near the bottom of the concerns. I just wanted to pass the entry skills test of: 200 meter swim, 25 feet under water with one breath, and 10 minute water treed.
I thought about maybe tripping on ice or running out in front of a car to avoid taking the test, but those weren't logical decisions. Or healthy either. So, I just kept walking and chuckled at the desperate thoughts I had while walking to class.
Finally, it was the moment of truth. I went into the women's locker room and made a friend with the first girl I saw. Maybe a clinger move, but I needed a buddy- gotta get selfish early; don't want to be picked last like the fat kid in gym. Side note: I can say that because I really was the fat kid who got picked last in elementary school. (She ended up being my buddy, her name is Abby in case you hear more about her and my scuba excursions later). Moving on.
I looked in the mirror only once. I didn't really care. I have a smile on my face and my body will be in the water most of the time anyway. So I made a decision to not let my body win (Thanks again Brad King.)
Although, I still went in a bathroom stale and changed. I didn't feel comfortable stripping down for Abby after just meeting her. I mean, we at least need to have dinner first or maybe even Starbucks.
The first task was to swim 200 meters or 300 meters to accomplish a skill needed for the exit exam. My goal was to go big or go home.
I decided to go first and jumped into lane six. A guy was already swimming in lane six, but we shared. No biggie until I realized my fashion swimsuit would not work out as planned. I jumped into the water and out came my boobs. Really fast. For an instant really. Then I pushed the girls back in their place.
Wow, I thought. With all these boys with goggles, I know one of them saw my girls. Minor issue. Nice to meet you too.
So I laughed and kicked off the wall to begin my journey. Out they came again. So I had to make a plan. I would breast stroke. Funny considering the nature of the situation. And every time I made a stroke, I pulled my top back up. So really, I was working twice as hard. I know they probably slid out a few times when I did the "regular" or "freestyle" stroke-- not sure on the lingo yet, but whatever. Not the first or last pair they will see. Typical moment in the life of Ashley Bedwell.
But I did it!! I did the 300 meter swim, swam 45 feet (I needed 50 feet to pass the exit exam, but 25 for today) under water with one breath, and treed water for 15 minutes--- all with a swim suit malfunction and a smile on my face.
So I'm excited. I am even more excited that I walked around in my swim suit without questioning how I looked.
I just let it all hang out; yes, pun is intended here. Well hopefully the tampon string wasn't hanging out. But we can't worry about everything now, can we kids?
Much love,
Ashley
So I did what every woman in need to cramp reliefs does...went to CVS! I got orange Gatorade, Ibuprofen liquid gels, salty chips, and new hair products. Oh, and a five hour energy. It worked. But I still had the constant thought in my head, "What if I end up being known as tampon girl because I get out of the pool and my string is hanging out?" I think this is a fear every single girl has while on her period and swimming. The infamous white string. Swimming with a pad (or diaper, although babies do it) just isn't effective or sanitary. Moral of the story, guys should be happy these concerns don't go through their head prior to a trip to mass of water.
Either way, I did what I could with what I had. From a previous blog, you are aware that I don't have a swim suit devoted to swimming. I simply have a wet suit and a "fashion" one piece swim suit. So, being day one, I took my "fashion" swim suit because I didn't want to come off "die hard" -- I had to joke about or at least inform people of my wet suit before I actually put it on for class. This fashion swimsuit will add humor to the story later.
So, I got to campus. I was a little nervous still, questioning my abilities as a swimmer. Ironically enough, body issues were near the bottom of the concerns. I just wanted to pass the entry skills test of: 200 meter swim, 25 feet under water with one breath, and 10 minute water treed.
I thought about maybe tripping on ice or running out in front of a car to avoid taking the test, but those weren't logical decisions. Or healthy either. So, I just kept walking and chuckled at the desperate thoughts I had while walking to class.
Finally, it was the moment of truth. I went into the women's locker room and made a friend with the first girl I saw. Maybe a clinger move, but I needed a buddy- gotta get selfish early; don't want to be picked last like the fat kid in gym. Side note: I can say that because I really was the fat kid who got picked last in elementary school. (She ended up being my buddy, her name is Abby in case you hear more about her and my scuba excursions later). Moving on.
I looked in the mirror only once. I didn't really care. I have a smile on my face and my body will be in the water most of the time anyway. So I made a decision to not let my body win (Thanks again Brad King.)
Although, I still went in a bathroom stale and changed. I didn't feel comfortable stripping down for Abby after just meeting her. I mean, we at least need to have dinner first or maybe even Starbucks.
The first task was to swim 200 meters or 300 meters to accomplish a skill needed for the exit exam. My goal was to go big or go home.
I decided to go first and jumped into lane six. A guy was already swimming in lane six, but we shared. No biggie until I realized my fashion swimsuit would not work out as planned. I jumped into the water and out came my boobs. Really fast. For an instant really. Then I pushed the girls back in their place.
Wow, I thought. With all these boys with goggles, I know one of them saw my girls. Minor issue. Nice to meet you too.
So I laughed and kicked off the wall to begin my journey. Out they came again. So I had to make a plan. I would breast stroke. Funny considering the nature of the situation. And every time I made a stroke, I pulled my top back up. So really, I was working twice as hard. I know they probably slid out a few times when I did the "regular" or "freestyle" stroke-- not sure on the lingo yet, but whatever. Not the first or last pair they will see. Typical moment in the life of Ashley Bedwell.
But I did it!! I did the 300 meter swim, swam 45 feet (I needed 50 feet to pass the exit exam, but 25 for today) under water with one breath, and treed water for 15 minutes--- all with a swim suit malfunction and a smile on my face.
So I'm excited. I am even more excited that I walked around in my swim suit without questioning how I looked.
I just let it all hang out; yes, pun is intended here. Well hopefully the tampon string wasn't hanging out. But we can't worry about everything now, can we kids?
Much love,
Ashley
Oh, I'm Just SO Busy
I had a mid-college crisis (I hope this means I won't have a mid-life crisis) and transferred to IPFW to pursue a new dream of becoming a dental assistant. Previously, I was going to school to be a journalist then an elementary school teacher then a psychologists then a high school guidance counselor then a public relations professional. I seemed so inspired by everyone and what they did. I was constantly asking questions. What was your program like in college? What did you do right after graduation? Do you find your job rewarding? What inspires you? What is so challenging about your job? I would ask these questions to complete strangers, often tables I was waiting on a Scotty's Brewhouse or Arnold's Drive-In. I loved their responses. So I changed majors like the changing of the seasons.
And before I knew it, I was sitting in a lecture hall in Fort Wayne, Ind. The lecture hall was massive with more than 200 students. She started her lecture the first day.
"Look at the people beside you," she said. "Look at the people in front of you and behind you. Half of them won't be here by the end of the semester. This is a hard class; one that requires people to take more than once to pass."
Sold. I'm out of here.
But I still went to the required lab, don't ask me why. I was even more sold that this wasn't for me after he told us we needed to know every single bone and muslce in the body, the function of it, and also had to spell it correctly when idenitfying it. By the look on my face, I'm sure he knew I wasn't coming back. I imagine I looked like a deer with a learning disability caught in headlines on a snowy country road.
But the semester wasn't a complete waste. I had a stress management class that really changed my outlook on life. My professor reminded me of the kindergarden teacher on "Billy Madison" -- I am not sure if she ate glue, but she she probably metitated on front desk while classes were in transition.
She was a short blonde haired woman in her late 40s. She wore glasses. She spoke softly and clearly. She had a smile on her face 98% of the lecture, even when she told us that her ill mother passed away. She was the definition of calm. But she wasn't always that way and she made it her goal to open up our eyes about our current lives and how we can live less stressful lives heading into the future.
In order to do this, she referred to an inspiring man, Richard Carlson. He was the author of "Don't Stress the Small Stuff: And Its All Small Stuff." I say "was" because he passed away due to heart failure on a plane home. A tragic story for a man who had a lot of life to live and save.
One of his rules was simple. When people ask you how you are doing, don't respond by saying, "Oh, I'm just so busy!"
Everyone is busy. Our world is busy. I don't know a single person who isn't busy in one way or another.
Furthermore, responding like that just puts a damper on the conversation. People are then forced to ask you what is going on and thats when you go off, "I have three tests this week and I work 15 hours in 2 days. Then my roomate ate all of my food, so I need to go to the groccery store. And lord only knows, I don't have time for that."
I laugh typing that, but really I know I've said that before. More often than not. I mean, really, its easy to feel bad for yourself. One semester I was working almost 40 hours a week, taking intensive classes that required outside participation at events and projects, and trying to make time my family/friends/Justin. Its never easy. But it can be done.
So my new goal is to be aware of the way I respond to people when they ask, "How are you doing?" Because usually when people ask that question, they just want a simple reply, "Great!" or maybe a friend of great "I'm good!" or maybe a distant neighbor of good, "I'm doing okay!" Also, never respond with bad. Its just debbie downer. Simply just say, "Well, I've been better, but I'm working on it!" Then if they are concerned, they can ask you why. Now, I'm not saying keep eveything to yourself and bottle everything up. Thats not healthy either. But have a friend that you vent so not everyone is your source of ventihalation, ha-ha.
And while the urge to say, "I'm horrible" seems obvious after you got a flat tire on the interstate and then got a parking ticket while you ran inside to meet a friend for some meter change, it just isn't worth it. I promise. Maybe instead of saying you are "horrible" -- just tell your story and let other people feel bad for you. Or laugh. Because one of the best qualities one can have is the ability to laugh during times of trial.
Much love,
Ashley
And before I knew it, I was sitting in a lecture hall in Fort Wayne, Ind. The lecture hall was massive with more than 200 students. She started her lecture the first day.
"Look at the people beside you," she said. "Look at the people in front of you and behind you. Half of them won't be here by the end of the semester. This is a hard class; one that requires people to take more than once to pass."
Sold. I'm out of here.
But I still went to the required lab, don't ask me why. I was even more sold that this wasn't for me after he told us we needed to know every single bone and muslce in the body, the function of it, and also had to spell it correctly when idenitfying it. By the look on my face, I'm sure he knew I wasn't coming back. I imagine I looked like a deer with a learning disability caught in headlines on a snowy country road.
But the semester wasn't a complete waste. I had a stress management class that really changed my outlook on life. My professor reminded me of the kindergarden teacher on "Billy Madison" -- I am not sure if she ate glue, but she she probably metitated on front desk while classes were in transition.
She was a short blonde haired woman in her late 40s. She wore glasses. She spoke softly and clearly. She had a smile on her face 98% of the lecture, even when she told us that her ill mother passed away. She was the definition of calm. But she wasn't always that way and she made it her goal to open up our eyes about our current lives and how we can live less stressful lives heading into the future.
In order to do this, she referred to an inspiring man, Richard Carlson. He was the author of "Don't Stress the Small Stuff: And Its All Small Stuff." I say "was" because he passed away due to heart failure on a plane home. A tragic story for a man who had a lot of life to live and save.
One of his rules was simple. When people ask you how you are doing, don't respond by saying, "Oh, I'm just so busy!"
Everyone is busy. Our world is busy. I don't know a single person who isn't busy in one way or another.
Furthermore, responding like that just puts a damper on the conversation. People are then forced to ask you what is going on and thats when you go off, "I have three tests this week and I work 15 hours in 2 days. Then my roomate ate all of my food, so I need to go to the groccery store. And lord only knows, I don't have time for that."
I laugh typing that, but really I know I've said that before. More often than not. I mean, really, its easy to feel bad for yourself. One semester I was working almost 40 hours a week, taking intensive classes that required outside participation at events and projects, and trying to make time my family/friends/Justin. Its never easy. But it can be done.
So my new goal is to be aware of the way I respond to people when they ask, "How are you doing?" Because usually when people ask that question, they just want a simple reply, "Great!" or maybe a friend of great "I'm good!" or maybe a distant neighbor of good, "I'm doing okay!" Also, never respond with bad. Its just debbie downer. Simply just say, "Well, I've been better, but I'm working on it!" Then if they are concerned, they can ask you why. Now, I'm not saying keep eveything to yourself and bottle everything up. Thats not healthy either. But have a friend that you vent so not everyone is your source of ventihalation, ha-ha.
And while the urge to say, "I'm horrible" seems obvious after you got a flat tire on the interstate and then got a parking ticket while you ran inside to meet a friend for some meter change, it just isn't worth it. I promise. Maybe instead of saying you are "horrible" -- just tell your story and let other people feel bad for you. Or laugh. Because one of the best qualities one can have is the ability to laugh during times of trial.
Much love,
Ashley
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Congratulations- You Just Won A Free Trip to Africa!
I have determined two things in my life. Well, more than two things, but two things specifically related to the work force. Everyone should be required to work in retail and the resturant business.
Kaila works in the customer service department (i.e. the complain department) at Best Buy. I am shocked to hear the stories she tells me. People get so rude and scream and cuss her out because they didn't pay attention to their warranty or recepit.
One story really stands out for me. A man came in and his TV was broken. I think it was something outragoues, a 52 inch or something. His TV was still under warranty, but they didn't have any in stock. For that reason, he wouldn't recieve a new TV for two days. Just two days.
He freaked out.
"How am I supposed to go two days without a TV?" he asked Kaila.
Really sir? Two days. Some people don't have even TVs. You snaky face, probably have TVs in every single room, including the restroom.
Kaila, who remained claim the entire time, explained that was the best they could do because none were in stock at this location. Still, he was outraged and couldn't believe a business would function without a fully stocked store. Sigh. People are out of control.
"I really just wanted to tell him- CONGRATULATIONS-- You just won a FREE exclusive trip to Africa where hardly anyone has a television and the majority of people are dying from AIDS," she said. "I am so disappointed in our country and how selfish we are."
I laughed, but I couldn't agree more. When did Americans become like this? So materialistic. So selfish. So rude. So unappreciative.
I was reminded of this story today when I was shopping Victoria Secret. Before anything even happened, I did what I always do when I see someone. Predict their life. She was in high heels pushing her baby around. I bet that was comfortable. You better believe I'll be in sneakers if I'm pushing my kid around the mall. Anyway, she had her fur coat resting upon the stroller. Of course. She really could star on "The Real Desperate Housewives of Castleton."
She pulled out perfume and it wasn't in the box. She had the receipt, but the lady explained to her that she couldn't return cash back for the item because it wasn't in the original boxing.
"I would like to talk to manager!" she screamed.
"I am the manager," the cashier said. I loved it. I absolutely love that the lady was being a dick and the lady she didn't to talk to was right in front of her face.
"Oh really? You are a manager?" the desperate house wife questioned.
"Yes, mam' I am," the cashier said.
"Well, this is ridiculous. You guys are the only ones who sell this perfume. Why can't I return it!?" the desperate housewife asked again-- which the cashier had already told her the reason why she couldn't accept the item.
"Mam' we can't accept that item because its not in the original box and we can't re-sell it," she said politely and with a smile on her face. She did good. I bet that smile just get the lady off even more. Kill em' with kindness.
"Well, can't you send it back to the manufacture without a box?" fur coat housewife asked.
"No, I'm sorry we can't. And I couldn't accept it anyway because its part of our return policy to be in the proper box," the manager said.
"Well- well this is ridiculous," she screamed.
The desperate housewife threw the perfume into her purse and screamed to all of the customers in the story, "This is the LAST TIME I'll ever shop at Victoria Secret again!!!" Like we really card. I just got some gifts from my bridesmaids for $3.75 -- you better believe I'll come back.
And she marched out, huffing and puffing the entire way.
Well, that went well. I'm sure they don't want people like you coming back either, ha-ha.
In terms of the restaurant business, I've been a waitress for more than six years. I love it, but I hate dealing with rude customers who think the world revolves around them.
No, I didn't cook your food, so if you don't like how it taste, please don't take that out of my tip. If we are busy, your food will take awhile to come out. In fact, there are other people in front of you. Please be patient. Don't snap your fingers at me either. I see you starring me down like a hawk in the sky searching for a great dinner. Please keep in mind that I only make $2.13 an hour, so your tip is really how I get paid. If I give you great service, please be mindful that 20 percent is appreciated. I could write plenty of blogs about the ways I and other waitresses have been treated. Its kind of ridiculous. Also, leaving your number on a napkin doesn't mean I'll call you. In fact, its sometimes like stripping. "I don't date my customers." LOL. Other girls could be different though.
Just be mindful, patient, and appreciative- by doing so, you will have a great dining experience and retail excursion. I promise.
And who knows? You might even be surprised with a special treat or extraordinary service. One time, Justin, Kaila, and I were eating dinner in Florida and the restaurant was slammed. But we didn't complain because we understood. And we were grateful to be eating some great seafood. The waitress was so pleased with our attitude that she gave us all a slice of Key Lime pie. Yummy. A nice reward for doing what everyone should do.
Much love,
Ashley
Kaila works in the customer service department (i.e. the complain department) at Best Buy. I am shocked to hear the stories she tells me. People get so rude and scream and cuss her out because they didn't pay attention to their warranty or recepit.
One story really stands out for me. A man came in and his TV was broken. I think it was something outragoues, a 52 inch or something. His TV was still under warranty, but they didn't have any in stock. For that reason, he wouldn't recieve a new TV for two days. Just two days.
He freaked out.
"How am I supposed to go two days without a TV?" he asked Kaila.
Really sir? Two days. Some people don't have even TVs. You snaky face, probably have TVs in every single room, including the restroom.
Kaila, who remained claim the entire time, explained that was the best they could do because none were in stock at this location. Still, he was outraged and couldn't believe a business would function without a fully stocked store. Sigh. People are out of control.
"I really just wanted to tell him- CONGRATULATIONS-- You just won a FREE exclusive trip to Africa where hardly anyone has a television and the majority of people are dying from AIDS," she said. "I am so disappointed in our country and how selfish we are."
I laughed, but I couldn't agree more. When did Americans become like this? So materialistic. So selfish. So rude. So unappreciative.
I was reminded of this story today when I was shopping Victoria Secret. Before anything even happened, I did what I always do when I see someone. Predict their life. She was in high heels pushing her baby around. I bet that was comfortable. You better believe I'll be in sneakers if I'm pushing my kid around the mall. Anyway, she had her fur coat resting upon the stroller. Of course. She really could star on "The Real Desperate Housewives of Castleton."
She pulled out perfume and it wasn't in the box. She had the receipt, but the lady explained to her that she couldn't return cash back for the item because it wasn't in the original boxing.
"I would like to talk to manager!" she screamed.
"I am the manager," the cashier said. I loved it. I absolutely love that the lady was being a dick and the lady she didn't to talk to was right in front of her face.
"Oh really? You are a manager?" the desperate house wife questioned.
"Yes, mam' I am," the cashier said.
"Well, this is ridiculous. You guys are the only ones who sell this perfume. Why can't I return it!?" the desperate housewife asked again-- which the cashier had already told her the reason why she couldn't accept the item.
"Mam' we can't accept that item because its not in the original box and we can't re-sell it," she said politely and with a smile on her face. She did good. I bet that smile just get the lady off even more. Kill em' with kindness.
"Well, can't you send it back to the manufacture without a box?" fur coat housewife asked.
"No, I'm sorry we can't. And I couldn't accept it anyway because its part of our return policy to be in the proper box," the manager said.
"Well- well this is ridiculous," she screamed.
The desperate housewife threw the perfume into her purse and screamed to all of the customers in the story, "This is the LAST TIME I'll ever shop at Victoria Secret again!!!" Like we really card. I just got some gifts from my bridesmaids for $3.75 -- you better believe I'll come back.
And she marched out, huffing and puffing the entire way.
Well, that went well. I'm sure they don't want people like you coming back either, ha-ha.
In terms of the restaurant business, I've been a waitress for more than six years. I love it, but I hate dealing with rude customers who think the world revolves around them.
No, I didn't cook your food, so if you don't like how it taste, please don't take that out of my tip. If we are busy, your food will take awhile to come out. In fact, there are other people in front of you. Please be patient. Don't snap your fingers at me either. I see you starring me down like a hawk in the sky searching for a great dinner. Please keep in mind that I only make $2.13 an hour, so your tip is really how I get paid. If I give you great service, please be mindful that 20 percent is appreciated. I could write plenty of blogs about the ways I and other waitresses have been treated. Its kind of ridiculous. Also, leaving your number on a napkin doesn't mean I'll call you. In fact, its sometimes like stripping. "I don't date my customers." LOL. Other girls could be different though.
Just be mindful, patient, and appreciative- by doing so, you will have a great dining experience and retail excursion. I promise.
And who knows? You might even be surprised with a special treat or extraordinary service. One time, Justin, Kaila, and I were eating dinner in Florida and the restaurant was slammed. But we didn't complain because we understood. And we were grateful to be eating some great seafood. The waitress was so pleased with our attitude that she gave us all a slice of Key Lime pie. Yummy. A nice reward for doing what everyone should do.
Much love,
Ashley
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Just a Face
I like to look at people, listen to them talk, and observe their interactions with other people. Then my imagination kicks in and I develop a storyboard of their life.
Justin and I will go to the mall, not to shop, but to people watch. We find a busy spot in the mall with an empty bench and grab a cup of coffee. We sit in silence, observing all the types of people traveling through the frantic mall. Young people, old people, middle-aged people, infants; they all have a story. I like to predict it.
A young couple sat in front of us on New Years Day. Just leaned over and said, "They haven't been together that long."
I smiled. The girl had her legs wrapped over his stomach. He was holding her close. They both have wide smiles and were laughing and sharing text messages. He was rubbing her hair and starring into her eyes when she talked. He wasn't look at other girls as they walked by because he had the one he wanted right beside him. I smiled again thinking about that, which is usually how all relationships are in the beginning.
"Oh yeah, I would guess less than six months," I said. "That's when you stopped acting like that."
We laughed. He said something whitty, but I forget now. I was starring at the young couple so happy and in love.
I also let my imingation run and make up stories for people's lives when I'm working at Med One. I could make millions writing stories about what people tell me and the way people act when they are sick and pissed off at the world. But the best is listening to them when they think no one is listening. Or watching them when they think no one is watching.
Despite our efforts to control annoying people who scream on their phone in the lobby, people still disclose personal information and frustations while sitting in a crowded room.
Sometimes its good news, "Little Sally didn't break her arm! Everything is great because the doctor said she can still try out for softball in two weeks!"
Other times its hard to hear, "They are sending dad to the emergency room because they think he is having a heart attack. An ambulance is on the way."
I always try to picture who they are talking to. Perhaps a mother, a father, a son, a daughther, or a friend?
But last night I wasn't prepared for the news an elderly lady told me while signing in. She actually told Jami first and then Jami told me to get her registered and back ASAP. In front of everyone. Why?
Her husband died just four hours ago. What do you even say? Everything is so fresh. For once, I just couldn't imagine what I wanted to. I wanted to change the entire situation. I wanted to write her story differently. But her eyes were red and swollen. And her tears were real. Her story was already written.
"Honey, I'm going to get you registered really fast and get you back there, okay?" I said.
"Thank you," she said with a soft voice. She gave me a faint smile a tear slide down her fragile skin.
It just makes you wonder about life. And people. We can't tell a story just by looking at a face. There is more to know. There is more to see.
Much love,
Ashley
Justin and I will go to the mall, not to shop, but to people watch. We find a busy spot in the mall with an empty bench and grab a cup of coffee. We sit in silence, observing all the types of people traveling through the frantic mall. Young people, old people, middle-aged people, infants; they all have a story. I like to predict it.
A young couple sat in front of us on New Years Day. Just leaned over and said, "They haven't been together that long."
I smiled. The girl had her legs wrapped over his stomach. He was holding her close. They both have wide smiles and were laughing and sharing text messages. He was rubbing her hair and starring into her eyes when she talked. He wasn't look at other girls as they walked by because he had the one he wanted right beside him. I smiled again thinking about that, which is usually how all relationships are in the beginning.
"Oh yeah, I would guess less than six months," I said. "That's when you stopped acting like that."
We laughed. He said something whitty, but I forget now. I was starring at the young couple so happy and in love.
I also let my imingation run and make up stories for people's lives when I'm working at Med One. I could make millions writing stories about what people tell me and the way people act when they are sick and pissed off at the world. But the best is listening to them when they think no one is listening. Or watching them when they think no one is watching.
Despite our efforts to control annoying people who scream on their phone in the lobby, people still disclose personal information and frustations while sitting in a crowded room.
Sometimes its good news, "Little Sally didn't break her arm! Everything is great because the doctor said she can still try out for softball in two weeks!"
Other times its hard to hear, "They are sending dad to the emergency room because they think he is having a heart attack. An ambulance is on the way."
I always try to picture who they are talking to. Perhaps a mother, a father, a son, a daughther, or a friend?
But last night I wasn't prepared for the news an elderly lady told me while signing in. She actually told Jami first and then Jami told me to get her registered and back ASAP. In front of everyone. Why?
Her husband died just four hours ago. What do you even say? Everything is so fresh. For once, I just couldn't imagine what I wanted to. I wanted to change the entire situation. I wanted to write her story differently. But her eyes were red and swollen. And her tears were real. Her story was already written.
"Honey, I'm going to get you registered really fast and get you back there, okay?" I said.
"Thank you," she said with a soft voice. She gave me a faint smile a tear slide down her fragile skin.
It just makes you wonder about life. And people. We can't tell a story just by looking at a face. There is more to know. There is more to see.
Much love,
Ashley
Monday, January 4, 2010
Like Mom
I believe 100% that my mom is a super hero. No one can do anything like my mom. She doesn’t have to save lives wearing a tight red and blue suit to be a hero; she just has to be herself.
I got thinking of mom when I starred at my bed yesterday morning. The blankets were thrown across my bed, bunched together like someone was resting underneath and hiding from the world. My mom makes beds better than anyone I know. I can never get the fitted sheet on correctly during my first attempt. When I finally master getting the fitted sheet on the bed, the blanket is never smooth. I remember coming home from school and I would look at my bed to tell if mom was in my room or not. She would always make the bed when she ventured into the danger zone. I think I had orange carpet, but my clothes (both clean and dirty) covered the floor entirely so I really don’t remember what color my carpet was. We had sticky “gak” stuff stuck on the ceiling. We tried to get it off by turning my baby sister’s bed vertical and trying to climb up it to the ceiling. It didn’t work and we broke her bed. I don’t know if mom knows that’s why the bed broke or if we are the ones who broke it. I think we blamed our cousin. Sorry mom. Looking back, maybe I should have listened to her or taken a free lesson on bed making 101 – she is a pro.
My mom also wraps Christmas presents the best. I really didn’t get the gene for present wrapping. I think a class of kindergartners could do better than I did. If I couldn’t figure out how to wrap it, I just crinkled the ends so it looked like a tootsie roll. People are going to tear it apart anyway, that is my thought. But mom takes the time and makes the presents look well-prepared. She rocks.
My mom used to always wear the most beautiful perfume. I have no idea what it was called, but it was in a red bottle. I would wake up in the morning for school and her scent was still fresh in the bathroom. I remember trying to climb up on the bath tub and on the counter just so I could grab the bottle. A few times I actually made it. Then, I would spray it on me. I felt just like my mom.
My mom’s voice, though often soft and hard to hear, is one of a kind. She has a way of calming me down when I am frantic. She has a way of reminding me that I am beautiful. Best of all, I believe her when she says it.
My mom has compassion for everyone and everything. She truly would give the shirt off her back to anyone of us kids. She wouldn’t even question it. Growing up, she taught me the importance of being considerate to everyone else’s feelings. Often if I complained about what someone said or did, she reminded me that maybe they were having a rough day. Surely, they didn’t mean to come off rude, mom would say. She gives everyone the benefit of the doubt and she understands the importance of forgiveness. I hope growing up I can remind myself to be compassionate and forgive people, just like mom.
Looking back, I know there are times when I was an absolute brat. I yelled at the top of my lungs (from my room because you know I didn’t have the courage to say this to her face) when she grounded me for my wrongdoings. Sorry mom. Looking back, I know she was just trying to teach me life lessons and discipline. I never thought I would ever tell her, “Thanks for grounding me, Mom! That’s the best thing you ever did.” But really, it kind of was. I learned all of my actions came with complimentary consequences. She also taught me the
In psychology courses (which I majored in for about four months), they taught approaches to personality and cognitive development. Some believe in nature and some believe in nurture. I think I lean on the nurture side, which thinks everyone is born as a blank slat and we are products of our environment. We didn’t have the biggest house on the block or the fanciest back yard, but we had love.
A house full of love is better than a house full of luxuries. I’m so glad I learned that at an early age.
Much love,
Ashley
I got thinking of mom when I starred at my bed yesterday morning. The blankets were thrown across my bed, bunched together like someone was resting underneath and hiding from the world. My mom makes beds better than anyone I know. I can never get the fitted sheet on correctly during my first attempt. When I finally master getting the fitted sheet on the bed, the blanket is never smooth. I remember coming home from school and I would look at my bed to tell if mom was in my room or not. She would always make the bed when she ventured into the danger zone. I think I had orange carpet, but my clothes (both clean and dirty) covered the floor entirely so I really don’t remember what color my carpet was. We had sticky “gak” stuff stuck on the ceiling. We tried to get it off by turning my baby sister’s bed vertical and trying to climb up it to the ceiling. It didn’t work and we broke her bed. I don’t know if mom knows that’s why the bed broke or if we are the ones who broke it. I think we blamed our cousin. Sorry mom. Looking back, maybe I should have listened to her or taken a free lesson on bed making 101 – she is a pro.
My mom also wraps Christmas presents the best. I really didn’t get the gene for present wrapping. I think a class of kindergartners could do better than I did. If I couldn’t figure out how to wrap it, I just crinkled the ends so it looked like a tootsie roll. People are going to tear it apart anyway, that is my thought. But mom takes the time and makes the presents look well-prepared. She rocks.
My mom used to always wear the most beautiful perfume. I have no idea what it was called, but it was in a red bottle. I would wake up in the morning for school and her scent was still fresh in the bathroom. I remember trying to climb up on the bath tub and on the counter just so I could grab the bottle. A few times I actually made it. Then, I would spray it on me. I felt just like my mom.
My mom’s voice, though often soft and hard to hear, is one of a kind. She has a way of calming me down when I am frantic. She has a way of reminding me that I am beautiful. Best of all, I believe her when she says it.
My mom has compassion for everyone and everything. She truly would give the shirt off her back to anyone of us kids. She wouldn’t even question it. Growing up, she taught me the importance of being considerate to everyone else’s feelings. Often if I complained about what someone said or did, she reminded me that maybe they were having a rough day. Surely, they didn’t mean to come off rude, mom would say. She gives everyone the benefit of the doubt and she understands the importance of forgiveness. I hope growing up I can remind myself to be compassionate and forgive people, just like mom.
Looking back, I know there are times when I was an absolute brat. I yelled at the top of my lungs (from my room because you know I didn’t have the courage to say this to her face) when she grounded me for my wrongdoings. Sorry mom. Looking back, I know she was just trying to teach me life lessons and discipline. I never thought I would ever tell her, “Thanks for grounding me, Mom! That’s the best thing you ever did.” But really, it kind of was. I learned all of my actions came with complimentary consequences. She also taught me the
In psychology courses (which I majored in for about four months), they taught approaches to personality and cognitive development. Some believe in nature and some believe in nurture. I think I lean on the nurture side, which thinks everyone is born as a blank slat and we are products of our environment. We didn’t have the biggest house on the block or the fanciest back yard, but we had love.
A house full of love is better than a house full of luxuries. I’m so glad I learned that at an early age.
Much love,
Ashley
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