{"id":6109,"date":"2014-07-06T15:58:14","date_gmt":"2014-07-06T15:58:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/highplainsblogger.wordpress.com\/2014\/07\/06\/being-out-of-sorts-produces-crabbiness\/"},"modified":"2014-07-06T15:58:14","modified_gmt":"2014-07-06T15:58:14","slug":"being-out-of-sorts-produces-crabbiness","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/?p=6109","title":{"rendered":"Being out of sorts produces crabbiness"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"twitter-share\"><a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/intent\/tweet?via=jkanelis\" class=\"twitter-share-button\">Tweet<\/a><\/div>\n<p>Admit it. When you&#8217;re not up to snuff the little things you normally let roll off your back annoy the daylights out of you.<\/p>\n<p>Am I correct? Of course I am.<\/p>\n<p>Allow me, then, this brief rant about how this kind of off-kilter feeling can get in the way of relationships.<\/p>\n<p>I went to work Saturday but didn&#8217;t bring my &#8220;A game&#8221; to the job, which is to greet people courteously at the auto dealership where I spend about 25 hours each week. I did fine with the customers who came through.<\/p>\n<p>My colleagues ticked me off. Repeatedly. They didn&#8217;t know it, although I did tell one of them about my sour mood. She understood, having been through them herself from time to time.<\/p>\n<p>I cannot diagnose the cause of my crabbiness. It might been simply being unable to spend more time with our precious granddaughter who came with her parents to see us on a fairly impromptu visit over the Fourth of July weekend.<\/p>\n<p>Then came this moment of pique that on a good day wouldn&#8217;t have bothered me in the least. Maybe there&#8217;s a cautionary tale here.<\/p>\n<p>One of the sales staffers walked past me and said, &#8220;How&#8217;s it goin&#8217;?&#8221; I turned around quickly, but only saw him slip through the door and into the hallway.<\/p>\n<p>What? Why didn&#8217;t he wait to hear my answer? Why, I never &#8230;<\/p>\n<p>I vented my frustration at that moment to another colleague, who then looked at me as though I&#8217;d just grown another head. He didn&#8217;t get it. More likely he didn&#8217;t care.<\/p>\n<p>Now that I&#8217;ve cooled off, I get that he didn&#8217;t care. On a better day I wouldn&#8217;t have cared much either.<\/p>\n<p>I thought a few moments later about something my congressman, Mac Thornberry, once told me. He said he instructs his young staffers to exercise good manners when dealing with the public. Say &#8220;you&#8217;re welcome&#8221; when someone thanks you, he said, adding that he dislikes people who say &#8220;no problem&#8221; in response to a simple &#8220;thank you.&#8221; I agree with that.<\/p>\n<p>He might add this instruction to his staff: When you ask someone &#8220;How&#8217;s it goin&#8217;? or &#8220;How you doin&#8217;?&#8221; stick around long enough to hear the answer.<\/p>\n<p>There. Rant over.<\/p>\n\n<div class=\"twitter-share\"><a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/intent\/tweet?via=jkanelis\" class=\"twitter-share-button\">Tweet<\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Admit it. When you&#8217;re not up to snuff the little things you normally let roll off your back annoy the daylights out of you. Am I correct? Of course I am. Allow me, then, this brief rant about how this kind of off-kilter feeling can get in the way of relationships. 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