"Dee Randall" <[email hidden]> wrote in message
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Goomba38 <[email hidden]> wrote:> Rick & Cyndi wrote:
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>> What I didn't mention earlier was the reason for the Brunch...
>> which is why I've been all over the place emotionally.
>>
>> Most of you know that I support the American Heart Association's
>> Heart Walk each year (in memory of my Mom)... I had asked the
>> various coworkers if they wanted to be on my Walking Team... that I
>> would like them to come for Brunch and to discuss this year's Heart
>> Walk... "everyone" said they were interested and could understand
>> the importance... blah, blah, blah...>
> Uh oh... you mean, like one of those "free" dinners where people try
> to sell you something or get you to volunteer? Perhaps they didn't
> come because they felt it wasn't *really* a social brunch? Just
> *my* guess... ?See, now, Goomba, I kind of had that thought, too. Regardless, if
they said they'd be there (and some did) then the only thing keeping
them
away should be a hospital bed with them in it. In the freakin'
Emergency Room! and I can't believe that some people can't say "no" .
Gutless wonders.Saying "no" gets easier as you get older 🙂 I had a manager once who
invited all of us to her house for a Halloween party. I had no
particular
interest in attending so I politely told her I had other plans on that
night. She wasn't known for sublety so several times the week before the
party she'd drop by my desk to chit chat and say loudly (so as to ensure
everyone in the department heard), "I sure wish you'd come to my party."
I've no idea why it was so important to her that I be there but she
irritated the hell out of me with these tactics. I wasn't going to say
"okay" then never hear the end of it when I didn't show up.Jill
In an odd way, the manager reminds me of a person whose party I once
attended. I didn't want to go, but my DH insisted. The women and men
were separated after dinner into different rooms. I decided the
conversation was a bit lacking in the women's room so I decided to check
out the men's room. I sat in a chair about 1 minute when the lady of the
house said that I should join the women. She earlier in the evening had
asked me loudly if I was having fun? As she said it, I could tell that she
was so pleased with her social graces and the way the party was going
that no one in the world could not be having fun at her party and my
answer would definitely affirm her suspicions. But, perhaps I
disappointed her when I joined the men's side. But I think of this
whenever I hear, 'are you having fun?' I always want to add the word,
'yet.'Oh, my, they wanted us to spend the night, it was horrendous weather, the
next day was Sunday, and I was worried if we would have enough gas to get
home, but I just couldn't stand another moment. We ran out of gas about 7
miles from home and the most wonderful policeman opened up the gas at the
only gas station in town and filled our tank.Today, a little older and wiser, I would not accept, no matter what DH
wanted to do -- well, at least I'd put up more of an objection -- perhaps
I should've said I'd come and then feign sickness -- Please! Please! Just
Joking!!!!As for the people who did say they would go and didn't show up, my dear
Aunt always said this about certain people doing certain things, "To Hell
with Them." She meant it. She never looked back. I try to remember
these very simple words when someone I've been friendly with disappoints
me. My aunt Ina:
freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.comftoina.htmOpen ↗
Dee Dee=======
Hi Dee Dee,
Your Aunt Ina was a beautiful lady - seemingly inside and out.
Thank you for your encouragement. It's been a long day...
Cyndi