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This is a re-post from before I wiped out lumpyscorner.com and started over. It was originally published here 19 April, 2012.
Most who know me often say “you should write a book” or “the stuff that only happens to Lumpy”. While I am not one to disregard the suggestions of friends, the truth is that I would be a fool if I wrote because I was told to do so. If one wishes to succeed at writing, one must have a desire to write, not an instruction.
Depending on my success at endeavors of the pen, it is either good fortune or poor fate for the reader that, not only do I keep a journal but that my life is rich with events destined to “only happen to me”.
Genuine Value – This That Really Make You Love Your Job
This post needs a paragraph of background information. I am a reservations clerk for Marriott. This experience occurred when I was working 12-hour shifts to while dealing with an exceptional demand for reservations due to hurricane Matthew in 2016.
I received a call from a Marriott Silver Elite Member. Silver Elites stay with Marriott often, they are a preferred guest and, rightfully so, also given special attention. This guest resided in Canada and wished to check several existing reservations in the southern United States. Specifically, he wanted to know if there were additional rooms available at the locations. Due to the number of hotels forced to close and the massive number of southern state residents fleeing for safety due to the storm, none had additional rooms. When informed, he replied “cancel those reservations other people need those rooms more”. I thanked him for his noble act, said goodbye and was ready to move on to the next call. I heard the voice in my head saying “wait”.
Instead of moving on to the next call, I made myself unavailable and contacted a Marriott Rewards Associate. I told her what occurred and asked if there was anything we could do to thank the man. She informed me that she would credit additional reward points (which can be used for free night stays) to his account and contact him to let him know why.
Pay rate, working conditions, perks, and benefits are certainly worthy of consideration regarding one’s job. However, less tangible experiences often add genuine value as well. This experience is one such example. Not only did my employer empower me to be able to interact in a positive manner, my supervisor said “sweet” and a co-worker with “awesome” when I described the experience.
Putting Special Emphasis on the Word “Service” for Postal Service
While listening to an episode of WaitWait… Don’t Tell Me!, I heard an interesting story about a letter delivery. When dug deeper on the web, I found several similar occurrences. Read on for three amazing deliveries. I wish the USPS were as dedicated as some the postmasters mentioned below.
Scott, from Scotland … aged about 60/70?? … corner of Tiniroto Road (almost). By a bridge. Has a Japanese wife — who may be older but looks about 20 … also has a daughter, about 3. Loves history … Good sense of humour … tells a good tale … Rural delivery area, sort of south east of Gisborne.
This is a re-post from the days before MovableType assisted me in wiping out Lumpy’s Corner and starting over. To be truthful, I could have recovered the entire old blog, but so much of it is terribly dated. Instead, I re-write some of the better ones from time to time.
A Tragic Loss – The Passing of Mr. Common Sense
Originally posted 2005.02.26
I got this in an e-mail from Marz…
I almost never forward such e-mails but I actually forwarded this one and even posted it on Phoenix’s FFAF (Free for all Friday) blog (now defunct)… It is classic…
Today we mourn the passing of our beloved old friend, Mr. Common Sense.
Mr. Sense had been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was since his birth records were long ago lost in Bureaucratic Red Tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such value lessons as knowing when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm and that life isn’t always fair.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don’t spendmore than you earn) and reliable parenting strategies (adults, not kids, are in charge). His health began to rapidly deteriorate when well intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. – Reports of a six-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch, and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition. Mr. Sense declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer aspirin to a student; but could not inform the parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Finally, Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense finally gave up the ghost after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot, she spilled a bit in her lap, and was awarded a huge settlement. Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust, his wife, Discretion, his daughter, Responsibility, and his son, Reason. He is survived by two stepbrothers, My Rights and Ima Whiner. Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone.
If you still remember him, pass this on; if not, join the majority and do nothing.
It might just be me, but I doubt it. We all develop attachments to some type of seemingly useless object, Linus and his old blanket for example. Certainly he had an attachment. To the outsider, seemingly useless but just ask Linus and he could give you a list of why it is a worthy accessory, if not a necessity, to his daily life. I have a similar attachment, beat up old reusable bags.
My childish attachment has always been to an old bag of some type. Back in my middle school days I always had at least one old bag that I favored. When the one from my middle school days, an old canvas sack with a flap cover, finally fell apart I nearly cried. Just like Linus, I had many reasons. It was big, it carried much weight and, most importantly, it fit comfortably on my shoulder with a wide strap which did not cut off the circulation to my arm. Continue reading “That Old Bag”→
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