Smile

One of the hardest Job that I have ever taken on is the Job of being Polite, because Rude People works hard at stealing the Joy. My Mother being very skilled in the Art of being Polite, to the point of taking the Blame to keep the Family ❤ together, now that’s taking it to the next level. The Reason I love Jesus is because I am Humbled by Him not defending Himself and choosing to Die for the Betterment of Mankind. Christianity Teaches turning the other Cheek. Mother done well and Jesus got my Attention. Though I could never aspire to walk in their Shoes. But Why do I have to Smile when you are using Sandpaper to Rub me wrong, I go out of my Way to keep the Peace, I know that no good comes from the Escalation of Hostilities but War, on any Front, including Home or work. Yet I am to stay Calm and ignore the Hostilities and😃 smile.

This Business of being Polite carries the Coat of  Sainthood . They step on your Pride and say they didn’t mean it, they Lie under Oath, yet I am to be Civilized and be the Bigger Man when Someone needs a Foot up their Ass. Once Working for a Huge Hospitality Corporation where the test for my Job was to pick something from their Refrigerator and cook it in front of them to their taste, for the GM and Head Chef to sample. I was Hired on the Spot, a couple of Months later the Sous Chef went home didn’t tell me that there was large amount of Food in the Oven,  left overnight there was a possibility of 🔥 Fire. Reported to work the following Day to be met outside the Privacy of the Kitchen by The General Manager yelling that I left Food in the Oven Overnight, that was Burnt to a Crisp. Nothing I could say to convince her that it was not my Bad, she didn’t want to hear the Preverbial. If I am not mistaken she even told me to shut up when I tried to explain. Totally frustrated that I was going to be the Scape Goat, against all my good Christian upbringing, I lashed back at Her I told Her that if she was a Man that I would have put my foot in her Ass.

 

That certainly wasn’t Polite , but People put you in a Corner and poke you telling you to Smile. In another Workplace my Boss approach me with a Promotion, I question him about getting good Help, He Danced. I never should have said yes till I meet the Help Requested. I ended working with Friends of Friends I immediately knew that I was sleeping with Strange Bedfellows. Didn’t take me long to realize that my Job was to teach Quality Work to Numbsculls, who were slated to take my Job knowing I could go National in the Company. I Rebelled to the point of doing the Work of four People by myself. Then the little Demon in me said enough is enough, I Filled all kinds of Papers, from US Department of Labor to Local Agencies. Instead of Going to Court and going Big or Go Home, I settled. To me the biggest insult is to play me as if I were Stupid, and Oblivious to your Transparencies. I try to be a good Christian but they make it Hard , like the Song goes “pack up your troubles in that Old Kit Bag and Smile”. In my present Job we are in the Hospitality Business, should I stop right here? All that I am going to say about that is, people will always be who they are, also, People makes the World go Round.

 

 

No matter how hard you try to be Polite there is always someone pushing your Buttons. Don’t forget to Smile.Given the choice of being nasty or being nice, I would choose the latter these Characteristics have a way of taking on Roots to your Personality unknowingly. I have seen the Proof working in a Nursing Home, there was this Concert Pianist who developed an early case of Dementia at the heights of Her Career, the one thing that she retained was Her Personality.
She could not do anything for herself, the only thing she did was Smile, a genuine Heartwarming Smile. When you have full blown Dementia there is nothing to Smile about, you don’t even remember the purpose of a Smile or why you are smiling.

 

That Smile was something Rehearsed all her Life the sign of Politeness even when she was Riding high, now in her darkness of Dementia her Light of Politeness shined brightly. The level of Care and Compassion she received from all had nothing to do with what she was, very few of the Staff and Residents knew where she came from, all they knew was that her Personality was a winning one that attracted niceness. Same place and time another Resident that was Worth Fifty Millions was Shunned and Abhorred for her Serpent like personality that she portrayed all her life that now dominated her Character, the level of Care she received was marginal to Neglect, even by her own Family. That is my Reason for practicing to be the most Polite Person, so when I get there everyone will gather around me while I Read my Blogs to my Fellow Residents. Being Polite is the ultimate positive Stroke, when you Stroke People in a positive way they will eat out of your Hand.

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