Hobbes Rants: Yesterday this chat showed up on my dashboard (I’m not sure where the... -
Yesterday this chat showed up on my dashboard (I’m not sure where the misandry is being created, all I’m seeing there is misogyny, but I am merely a simple woman and perhaps someone can explain that one to me). This part in particular jumped out at me:
Society: Beautiful, pretty, sexy,…
Normally I agree with you Hobbes, but I think you missed the boat on this one.
I don’t know you, I don’t know your mother, and I don’t know how your relationship is, so I can only tell you how I see her comment.
As a parent, I think my son is beautiful. It has nothing to do do with his physical appearance and everything to do with him being my son. It isn’t my eyes that are pleased, it’s my heart.
So If someone like myself called you “beautiful” for your academic achievements (aside from it being really creepy) I could understand your rant. Because it was your mother, I hope you take it in the spirit that it was meant.
Look for the helpers.
While the news stations keep replaying that awful explosion, count how many seconds it takes for people to start running to help. You’ll be astounded.
Two seconds after the blast, policemen are already responding with drawn guns, directing the runners to safety, and moving towards the spot where a bomb just went off.
Four seconds after the blast, the people in yellow jackets are running towards the explosion. Four seconds ago, these people’s job was to stand on the side of the race and make sure bystanders didn’t jump the fence and tackle a runner. Four seconds later, they’re responding by running towards the wreckage and pulling it off of injured people.
Shortly after that, the first EMT’s, doctors, and other medical staff are running towards the injured with wheelchairs and gurneys.
Every time you see this footage, watch for those people. Instead of seeing the worst of mankind, you’ll see the best.
Last night, Bear woke up. I know what you’re thinking, “but babies always wake up in the night, what’s so special about this one that you’re writing about it?”
Last night, Bear woke up not because he was hungry, not because he was wet, not because he’s a baby and that’s what they do. Last night, Bear woke up because he had a bad dream.
I picked him up and he kind of fell asleep while I was holding him. When I put him back down, he got scared again. He grabbed his blanket and smushed it up on his face, and then reached up to me with a really panicky look on his face.
I just rubbed the top of his head until he calmed down. When I took my hand away, he reached back up to me and whimpered.
I’m pretty much powerless when he does things like this. I left my hand on his head to let him know I was there until he fell asleep and then some.
I told you, I got your back kid.
My son showed up one year ago today.
He’s happy almost all of the time, and even when he’s grumpy it’s still cute. He makes everyone happy who plays with him. Aunts and uncles, grandparents, great grandparents, he’s just a little guy who hands out smiles.
He makes his mother happy when he learns new things. When he says a new word, when he picks up a book and carries it over asking her to read it, when he learns how to put the square in the square hole and the circle in the round hole.
He makes me happy when he makes new noises. The first night, he was mewing like a kitten. He absolutely slays me when he goes, “aaaaaah!” This week, he learned, “oooooooh! wooooooo!” Of course, my favorite noise is and always will be “daddee!”
I can’t help it, it’s wired into my brain. Whenever he says that I have to go see what he’s up to. Bear, whenever you say daddee I promise I’ll always come to you.
Bear, I love you more than anything in this world. My wish for you is to live everything life has to give. The joys and the pains, the mundane and the grand.
And if the world trips you up, just say my name and I’ll be there for you.
I got your back, kid.
My last post was about a less-than-optimal experience I had at Best Buy looking for a car stereo in MIlwaukee, WI where I live. It was picked up and re-blogged by someone on tumblr from San Antonio, TX who happens to be a Best Buy employee. In addition to reblogging my post, she added her own colorful commentary.
I blew this off as one of the hazards of posting things on the internet; sooner or later the trolls come out from under their bridges and type things.
But the more I thought about it, I felt that this wasn’t right. An employee of the store I was not happy with called me names and swore at me. What the hell is that all about? On top of that, she went out of her way to find something on the internet that wasn’t even about her or her store to do so. Basically, she was going cross-country to piss off a customer.
So, I wrote a letter to Best Buy complaint department detailing the incident, including links to my original post and her commentary. I invited them to consider how my concerns were treated by one of their employees and how that reflects on their image.
It’s also worth noting that this person actually put their name and the exact store number that they work at on their blog, so without even having to try, I could identify exactly who the person was for them.
Lucky for me, I also have a friend who is a manager of a Best Buy. I told him the barest outline of my story which did not include who or where this person was, and within minutes he was able to identify the person and the store she worked at as well.
And in that last sentence, my friend has summed this up pretty well.
The internet can be a fun place, but it doesn’t exist in a vacuum. There is a real world outside of here, and consequences can hurt.
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I needed a new car stereo. The stock one had the backlight burn out, and while technically replaceable, the process for doing so looked more painful than shelling out $100 for a new stereo that isn’t top-of-the-line. Knowing that compatibility with my car has been an issue from previous attempts…
What a shame no one came and asked you for help. This guy could have easily walked over there. Strike 1 on being a lazy fat ass. His parts weren’t in the store, must be a shitty ass car, strike 2 for your own fucking fault. AND GOD FORBID WE HAVE GOOGLE ADS! JUST LIKE FUCKING YOUTUBE DOES! STRIKE 3 FOR TRYING TO MAKE MONEY WITH A COMPANY THAT WE ARE ALREADY PARTNERED WITH!!! These people are my least favorite.
Guys, guys! Someone on the internet thinks they know all about me!
Oh wait that’s right, I don’t give a shit. Carry on.
I needed a new car stereo. The stock one had the backlight burn out, and while technically replaceable, the process for doing so looked more painful than shelling out $100 for a new stereo that isn’t top-of-the-line. Knowing that compatibility with my car has been an issue from previous attempts at looking for a new stereo, I decide to ask the experts at the local Best Buy.
Now, I’m an online shopper. I love Amazon and I buy almost all of my stuff from them, with the only exception being groceries. I’m hearing a lot these days about how online-only retailers are putting traditional stores out of business, but I think to myself, “Self, if there was ever a situation where it might be useful to consult with someone this might be it.”
So I drive to the Best Buy. I walk into the car stereo section. There are approximately two stereos on display that would fit my price range. Not knowing if either of these models would fit my car, I try to find an employee. There are two of them deep in discussion about something. Another shopper comes up and asks them if they can help her, and one responds with, “Just a couple minutes, as soon as I finish this.” I stand there politely for a few minutes waiting for them to finish their discussion. When they finish whatever it is they were working on, the one employee goes in search of the lady who asked for him, and the other disappears into the back of the store.
So, I’m standing there by myself, and I see that they had been standing in front of the computer kiosk. As I’m not about to get any help from them, I saddle up on the kiosk. I enter my car information, get a list of compatible stereos, and notice that none of them are in stock at their store. Every single one that fits my car must be ordered and will take 5 business days or so to get there.
“Okay,” I think, “maybe this kiosk can at least tell me what wiring harnesses and mounting hardware I will need to get this thing installed in my car.” So I start scrolling around the website/kiosk to see if there is a link to give me this information. And then I notice at the bottom of their website thatBest Buy has sold ad space to Google. Google, realizing I’m on a car stereo website, suggests several other online retailers to me.
A couple minutes later, I have used crutchfield.com’s website to not only find a whole assortment of products compatible with my car, but I have pulled out my credit card and bought the stereo. Not only that, but the crutchfield website automatically knew what wiring harness and adapter I would need for my car, and they were free. And free-two day shipping.
While in Best Buy, using one of their employee’s kiosks, I researched and purchased from their online competitor a product that they could have easily sold me in less time than it took for one of their employees to even ask me if I could be helped. I paid less and will receive it faster than the brick-and-mortar store can do.
I wonder why their business is suffering.