Anyway, I just had to get that one off my chest. I first started signing on for these kinds of deals in my youth. It's only in the fullness of my years that I realize what the hell it is I'm doing when I do this. Realizing that I sign on for these deals, unwittingly, these days prevents me from experiencing the pain levels that I experienced in my youth.
For those readers that need bringing up to speed, I will try to summarize the past few days of my life. On Friday morning I made the rounds at some of my usual haunts after I dropped my dad off at his job. I went to one food service place, and I felt that an attractive young woman who worked there treated me very rudely. I was, and still am, somewhat fond of this person from time to time, and I experienced quite a shock at this treatment.
Now, in the past, when I felt like I needed to negotiate myself a better deal than the one I've outlined at the beginning of this blog post, I would think about my next move. I think I might try to not patronize this particular business for the foreseeable future. I know, I know, talk is cheap. Actions speak louder than words. "Put your money where your mouth is, Rich, etc. etc." We shall see. Shan't we?
I basically don't want this person to EVER talk to me or treat me that way, EVER again. The ideal solution would involve me NEVER setting foot in this particular establishment again. Something about walking myself through the door of this business seemed to make this person feel as if they were entitled to treat me in as shabby a manner as they saw fit. If I NEVER, EVER go into this establishment again, this particular employee will NEVER, EVER have the opportunity to visit that kind put down on me EVER again. At least, that is, in the context of this setting at this particular food service establishment. Again, we shall see.
Now, notice I said that refraining from patronizing this business should prevent this person from EVER treating me in such a shabby manner IN THE CONTEXT of the setting of this particular business. She still has a chance to shit on me further if I encounter her in the whole rest of the world, I guess. Think about it. If I saw her somewhere in the whole rest of the world, keeping in mind that it could be anywhere from three days from now, two weeks from now, or two years from now, I could just forget all of what I spoke of up to now and decide that I'm really glad to see her. So, I guess that'll be her shot at shitting on me in a major way, again. So be it. If it is my true, unwavering destiny for this young woman to shit on me in a major way somewhere on the confines of our planet Earth, than my only option would involve a residency on a space station for a while. At least until all of this blows over.
I've talked about this before. If someone really wants to hurt a person somehow, there's really nothing to stop them. Is there? All I can do is take some measures to take care of myself, but if a person really dislikes me and they want to hurt me, they can find a way to do it. That's just something everyone in the world has to live with. The cops tell people to just not have any enemies, and that's pretty good advice. I guess that's what I'm going for by refraining from patronizing this particular business.