Hi it’s me…What? So soon?

Hurummph (picture Doc from the Snow White and Seven Dwarves)! I am giving you a warming in advance concerning the conversational experience you about to encounter. Then again, if you have had a bad day, it might make you laugh.

Because this conversation is the result of a bad day… a bad week really… or rather a really bad week (granted it was last week so the entire thing is over, but it was still horrible).

Conversation 7:

Well Golly Gee Willikers! What kind of a hay hoo week was that! It had to be the worst 4 day work week ever (well… if I really think about it perhaps I could come up with 1 or 2 other weeks that were worse… I’m such a literal communicator).

Any way… Yikes! I have been angry, depressed, fearful, worried, insecure, discouraged, and finally ambivalent (let me see, that’s a 17, 22, 22, 14, 21, 16, and ambivalent doesn’t have a number on the Emotional Guidance Scale). What a low vibrational level rollercoaster ride (you know, I love rollercoaster rides, but I am usually screaming in happy excitement, not fuming in discouraged anger). The furrows were getting deeper and deeper between my brows. They were getting so deep they were pulling my ears forward (you know, if I had thought about that then, I would have smiled – that would have been helpful)!

So, what did I do? Did I pull one of the vibrational raising exercises I have been so eloquently writing about out of my hat? Alas… No! A number of times I reminded myself to remember something exciting, to take a deep breath and focus on what I truly wanted, to walk my way up the emotional scale (well I was doing that, but then I was falling right back down again)!

It didn’t work (mostly because I quit trying), I felt like screaming, I felt like punching something, I wanted to jump up and down wailing in a two year old type tantrum (really… someone with a chest like mine shouldn’t do that).

I did my best not to bring it home. The last thing my daughter needed from her mother was spoiled brat behavior and my husband certainly didn’t need to be treated to a blow by blow of my negatively focused days after coming home from his second job. I am not sure how successful I was, I do give myself coudos for not beating up any furniture pieces or punching any family members (or co-workers) during the week. I give my mother credit for that bonus in my behavior. She tended to be the, “take it our on whoever was around” kind of person. That memory has been a deterrent on my behavior.

So, to what am I conversing this time? It is this (just a teaser… after re-reading this I found I didn’t really get to the point until later… I wasn’t finished complaining). When we finally got home after working late yet again, after another absolutely horrendous day, after going to our favorite pizza place to order take out only to find that it was out of business (a “failure to pay rent” notice taped to the door), I did a very unproductive thing. Instead of making myself a drink and doing a dance, doing a dance, doing a Hallelujah the horrible week is over dance, I did not raise my vibrational rate (I really should have had that drink). Instead I morosely decided to order from Pizza Hut. I did not want to speak to anyone, so I attempted (in a single minded, I am not giving up manner) to order on-line. I say single minded, not giving up manner because it took me 45 minutes to order on-line. After numerous attempts at all phases of the ordering process (really… there were clues everywhere to stop and regroup), I thought I had successfully submitted the order. I waited at my computer for the confirmation. Every minute I clicked the refresh button on my e-mail… no confirmation. Suddenly I realized I was clicking the refresh every 2 or 3 seconds in a rather frantic manner. Still no confirmation. Aaaaack!

I gave up and called the local Pizza Hut number. I explained my situation. I was patiently informed that my order could not be found (hence the lack of confirmation) and asked if I wanted to order by phone (I fumed… if I had wanted to order by phone I would have done that first. Besides, I wanted the 20% off your first internet order discount). I ground my teeth and said, “Yes”. He took my order. After the order taker screwed up my order several times he asked me if I had any coupons. I vaguely answered, “Coupons (hoping he would fill in the blank)? He doesn’t. I sigh and say, “I don’t have any coupons”. I remind him that I was trying to order on-line and use the “20% off First On-Line Order” discount. He pauses several seconds and then says (in a disinterested voice) I am not allowed to use the online coupons when ordering by phone. Well for some reason, that was it. I said (well more like said very sternly), “You know, just forget the order. I am going to order from Dominos”.

Before I can say thank you (yes, I was going to say thank you… really) and hang up the phone guy says, “Does Dominos have a 20% off on-line coupon?” I wasn’t sure I had heard correctly (did he really say that?), so I said, “Pardon me?” He repeated, “Does Dominos have a 20% off on-line coupon… I don’t think so.” I was quiet a second and then I said, “You know, it doesn’t matter to me. I have spent almost an hour trying to place an order on-line and then with you and I am giving up.” There was silence on the other end of the phone. Then the phone guy said, “I am authorized to give you a 10% discount, would that be all right?” A 10% discount… I actually didn’t know what to do for a second.

I was thinking that at this point I didn’t care about any discount, then my memory of the cell phone customer service scripts I used to create came to mind and I felt slightly (just ever so slightly) compassionate towards his situation (you know, dealing with an irrational customer). I said that would be fine. He completed the order and said it would be delivered in 35 minutes (wow 35 minutes… on a Friday night… cool). I did not feel vindicated. I felt deflated.

Now really, if I had just listened to myself sounding like so many of the hysterically awful customer service calls from the cell phone customer service section where I used to work, I would have laughed.

During this entire process, I managed not to snap at my daughter or her friend who was over playing. Unfortunately, I did complain to my poor husband when he called, who listened with confused patience to my complaints of the impossible on-line ordering experience I had had.

Okay, now is when I actually get to the point (after 2 pages of stream of consciousness complaining) I can not help but think that if I had done the dance, had the drink and done the dance, or at least taken 10 minutes to change my frame of mind using any one of the techniques I have mentioned so far in these conversations before attempting the on-line order, the experience would have gone much better. So if I had just spent a few minutes doing Anything higher vibrational, I most likely would have circumvented extending my nasty week by an additional 55 minutes.

Thank Goodness when our order arrived it was on time, hot, complete, and tasty. And finally… the Do a dance, do a dance, do a thank the hey hoo the week is getting better dance bubbled forth!

It wasn’t worth it you know, the worry, the anger, the discouragement, and the fear (not the pizza order, the awful preceding week). Not worth it at all. It changed nothing. The negative emotions only made the week worse.

As I write this I have consumed my wonderfully made to order pizza and chicken wings and am working on my second rum and coke (Sailor Jerry Spiced Navy Rum… yum!). Hey, I said I was working on raising my vibrational rate, not becoming a saint (although from what I read about those saints… my behavior is pretty tame as compared to some of them).

So, the final point… when you are having an absolutely horrible, nasty, week to end all weeks (or even a day.. why wait as long as I did), look over to the wall where you have taped this conversation, and skip to the end…

Do a dance, have a drink, jump naked into the pool (holding those parts that tend to waggle a little too much), call that acquaintance that ALWAYS complains and listen to how bad their day was… whatever it is…

Just do that thing that helps, the thing that makes you laugh uproariously, feel incredibly better, or even just decompress. Take the time to feel better. Don’t waste as much time as I did, because it is not worth it. Negatively created futures are never worth it.

I love you all,

Donna

Note to Self: I think taping this conversation on my own wall would be beneficial.

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