Entitled

I'm not quite sure what exactly my generation is called ... I call it Generation Entitled. And I would give anything for that to change. I am so tired of encountering people around my age and younger who have this sense of entitlement, as though there is a Gingersnap Pickeschnickle, Entitled. 

My most current frustrations include the following ...

 people who get are entering the highway and give you nasty looks when you don't yield to THEM. What? Basic Driver's Ed. 

Nate's example: He makes a phone call to offer someone a job- they respond by asking him to call back later, as they are trying on clothes at walmart at the moment. 

People who hurry up to get to the door before you (when you are pushing a stroller) and then let the door close in your face (or on your child's feet).

At Wal Mart ... people who just walk right into the middle of the aisle without looking for oncoming "traffic". And then they glare at you as if YOU were supposed to stop for their heiness. 

And the simple fact that there is seriously not an ounce left of customer service. Anywhere. Except Nordstroms where I cannot afford to shop. 

When I began my first waitressing job, as much as I despise Red RObin, we were opening the restaurant and  had some SERIOUS training. The one rule of thumb? The CUSTOMER is always right. And when you and the customer are walking towards each other ... get out of the way and let them through! I am so annoyed that it is the norm now to be pushed out of the way (esssentially) by a store employee whose in a hurry to go on lunch. Really? How incredibly rude. 

I went to visit my sister who lives on a military base in Cheyenne, WY. Let me tell you, I never in my life thought I'd be in a hurry to get back there. Until I was reminded of what military life is about. People who respect others, ESPECIALLY women and children ... even though it's kinda the rule...what a nice rule to have. And men who DON'T cuss in front of kids? AMAZING. 

People who says "yes please" and "thank you" and step aside to let the elderly through. And even more incredible - even the kids on the base know what flag ettiquette is. My first year of teaching I was absolutely shocked and appalled as the national anthem was sung at an assembly and not a single student stood. THAT is despicable. 

I once heard a quote, which I will never know the truth of for myself ... "it is hard to be soldier. It is even harder to love a soldier." I would never want to be in my sister's shoes ... watching her husband leave for Afghanistan, packing their belongings up every few years to head somewhere based on someone else's decision. But it sure would be nice to live in that community. Plus the food is cheap :) So maybe one day, if Nate agrees ... maybe I can teach for DOD schools and we can live at least CLOSE to such a world of respect and love of country. 

SO ... aparently I had some ranting on my mind ... not sure I stayed on track ... but that's what happens I suppose.