Just Sayin’ – People Who Just Don’t Get It




It’s been awhile since I posted a rant, and yesterday while in the hospital waiting for my gross and vile barium dose of radiation exam, I couldn’t get over the inconsideration of one person.


The patient area in the designated hospital area has people awaiting all sorts of glorious tests from CT scans to Angiograms and ultra sounds, all having patients (like me) eagerly and hungrily awaiting their turn and looking forward to getting our tests over with and having a meal. I’m not a real big foodie or anything, but I think there’s some psychological aspect to the rule of no eating after 10pm, waking early and waiting for 2 hours before it’s our turn that makes us think about food just because we can’t eat – or at least, a nice hot cup of coffee.

As I waited my turn, I kept busy reading on my Kindle when a young man walks into the patient waiting area with his steaming hot bag full of McDonald’s fries and some sort of a giant burger he pulled out and began eating voraciously. As the smell wafted through the area and his constant crinkling of the bag and the numerous wrappings taken off his food and scrunched back into the bag kept annoying my concentration, I shook my head in disbelief. All the other patients were eyeballing him just as puzzled as I was.

I couldn’t help but wonder if people don’t even think. It didn’t appear he was with anyone, or possibly he was waiting for someone to finish their test, but regardless, there is tons of seating throughout the hospital and if he couldn’t wait to eat, what the hell was he doing sitting with the hungry and the grossed out people like me trying to suck back my venomous glass of fake flavored chalk?

I continued to look up at him as he chomped furiously on his ‘happy meal’, and I’m quite sure it was when his eyes finally locked with my ‘death’ stare that he got the hint and scrunched up his noisy bag and took off while still chewing and special sauce dripping down his mouth.


No food allowed


The man was well into his twenties and should have known better. Have we really come to the point where hospitals need to post ‘no eating’ signs in patient waiting areas for gastrology testing. Really? I should think this would be common sense for anyone to know better not to have a feast in these designated hospital areas, but hey, common sense and courtesy seem to be missing in many places these days.

Time to bring back respect and compassion in more ways than one!


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What This Blog is Not – Just Sayin’ – Are You Receiving Strange Requests?

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Public service announcement. This blog is not an advertising page. I don’t sell Apple Iphones, in fact, I’m an Android user if you must know, and I am not a ghostwriter.


I’m astounded by the amount of requests I get from what used to be only from emails, but has grown to Twitter DMs and message requests at my Facebook author page now.  I wrote a post awhile back about requests from emails some of us receive requesting to post on our blogs. I used to receive one about every 2 weeks until the last 2 months when they’ve escalated to 2 to 3 per week. But it’s not only emails, now messages left for me on Twitter and Facebook are requesting I write books for them. Are you freaking kidding me? Does anyone ever bother doing their homework before asking a memoir writer to ghostwrite? Obviously not because they must think if you write in memoir, you write anyone’s memoir. It’s astounding the amount of people who have the gumption to leave messages and emails, especially annoying is no proper salutation, credentials, or just the plain nerve with some of the requests they leave.


Recently, The Story Reading Ape, Chris Graham shared a post where he  talks about a disclaimer he added to his contact page to try and dissuade some of these strange requests, and Chris offered anyone to copy his note on their own page. I added it to mine, and since doing so, it’s seems to have attracted more stranger offers than before. Seriously, why would I want someone I don’t know posting, hoping to sell something on my blog having no relevance to the product, not to mention, nothing in it for me or my readers?


These people need to do their homework before they keep pestering writers with blogs. They also need to look up the meaning of ghostwriter. It shows their ignorance when they haven’t even done their homework on how to find, let alone approach, a ghostwriter, instead of picking an author randomly and approaching them asking to write their stories. Heck, my own husband has occasionally thought it may be fun for me to write a book about his life experience selling cars. I told him to go find a ghostwriter LOL.





Is it just me, or anyone else here getting weird and annoying requests on a regular basis? Is there a sticker on my forehead that I’m not aware of?

Just Sayin’ – How to be Resourceful – Seeking Resolution with Postal Issues


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I’m starting a new series where I’ll be sharing about thoughts on things that perplex me, or injustices I come across that I found resolution for with tips I used or recommend to resolve annoying issues.


I’m sure we’ve all had our share of complaining to customer service centers over something or other through the years. I know I certainly have had my share of voicing my opinions when there’s a problem with a public or consumer service when we come across errors. And I’m sure we all know how frustrating the process can be trying to relay our issues to some rep who usually has no authority on helping and merely passes us or our message on to someone else after having to press several digits on the phone before even finding a human.


But today I’m going to share a little exchange that went on between myself and Canada Postal Service, to let you all know that there is always a way to get to the bottom of things but you have to learn to be resourceful and persistent spending some time Googling up sites where you can find the appropriate channels to direct your concerns to.


speak up and be counted



I don’t take lightly to my mail being put in the wrong box constantly, left on the mailroom floor, or parcel notices left in my mailbox stating they’ve tried to contact me for pickup when they haven’t and left with having to go to the post office to pick up my parcel when nobody had ever tried to contact me. And after my wonderful mailman left for another walk after a few years of great service, the nightmare began.


I live in a building complex where we have a mailroom to pick up our mail. The protocol is, if there is a parcel to be delivered, and if the mailman is kind and generous like my former one, he will bring it up to our door, but at the very least, he will buzz up to inform us they have a package for us, asking us to come down and get it. If we are not home and there is no answer, there is a parcel box with several locked compartments in our mailroom where the postman is to leave a key in our letter mailbox informing us there is a box to pick up. Now this sounds like a fairly smooth practice, until my wonderful mailman changed his route and we were given a temporary mailman who didn’t follow protocol.

As a writer who works at home, I don’t get out much, therefore I order many things: books, apparel, office supplies, online and have them delivered. I would say on average, I’ll have at least one parcel delivered per week. And I don’t have the time to keep running to the post office to pick up my parcels which I paid to have delivered to my home.

Enter, the new mailman. I’d go down to pick up my mail and listen to a cacophony of jibbering from other tenants about how many mail items were put in the wrong mail slot. I’d see numerous pieces of mail sitting on a bench from tenants who picked up their mail and found items that didn’t belong to their unit, mine included. And then I received mail pick up notices for parcels I was expecting, ticked off in the box that said ‘no answer’ when I was certainly home and no attempt was made to contact me, and consequently, my parcels were taken to the pick up facility. I was livid!

Nobody knocked on my door, nor buzzed me up asking me to pick up my parcels, and I was never left a key in my mailbox to pick it up from the parcel box in the mailroom. I was also concerned that I wouldn’t receive my new passport which I was expecting because it was coming as ‘registered mail’ from the government, meaning I had to sign for it. This prompted me to take action.

I Googled up Canada Post, looking for somewhere I could contact a higher up and discuss the new shabby state of our mail system in our building. After pressing several numbers and waiting for a rep, I relayed my complaint and was told that there was nothing they could do, except create a ‘service tag’. After grilling the rep, asking him if he could check who does that route now to inform them of proper protocol for their job or at least pass me on to a supervisor, I was told my message will be passed along. I was fuming!

I wasn’t about to wait till the twelfth of never until anybody bothered replying to my issue, and I continued to search around Canada Post sites to see if I could find any contacts to any higher up supervisory positioned person who could rectify the ongoing problem. All sites led back to the ‘contact us’ same ‘create a service ticket’ for issues. And after what I went through with the first rep, I wasn’t into the runaround again. I was told he’d pass the message, and I MADE SURE to get a case number I.D.

Still fuming and searching, unsatisfied that my complaint would quite possibly linger in the ethers of unanswered cyber grievances, I came across a site for the Ombudsman for Canada Post where I clicked on and filled out forms with my complaint and made mention of the previous case I.D. number I was given with not much else. And then I’d wait for their response.

While waiting, two days later, I went to clean out my mailbox and inside I found a notice telling me I had a registered letter to pick up. And not even two feet away from where I was standing in the mailroom, I noticed on the floor was another ‘pick up’ receipt addressed to my husband. THESE WERE OUR PASSPORTS THAT WERE SUPPOSED TO BE DELIVERED AND SIGNED FOR AT OUR DOOR. I immediately went upstairs in a rage and wrote a lengthy note to the mailman, telling him how to do his job, how to deliver mail and packages, and to STOP TAKING MY PARCELS BACK TO THE DEPOT without trying to contact me, or at the very least, instructing him to at least leave me a damned parcel box key. I taped it to the opposite side of my mail box where he must insert my mail from and would have to see it.

Ironically the next day I was to receive a parcel, as I get email notifications informing me when ‘it’s on its way’, and lo and behold I actually found a parcel box key in my box, and picked up my package barely one foot across from my mail slot. That same day I received a mail response from the Ombudsman’s reply after almost two weeks of hearing nothing back. There was a lot of mumbo jumbo, auto response stuff on it and quite frankly, it pissed me off more and I decided I surrender. I thought I was chasing my tail with trying to get someone else to help, considering it’s a government issue.

Three days later, I get a phone call from my lobby. The man introduces himself as a supervisor from Canada Post sent to investigate the problems I’d written about to the Ombudsman. At first I was a bit nervous and thought what are they doing at my door? But he asked to come up and talk to me and I buzzed him up.

The supervisor was holding copies of notes and summaries I’d sent to Canada Post complain center and summaries from the Ombudsman. He went over all of my concerns and asked if I had kept the evidence packaging from the registered letter (passports) I had to SIGN FOR and pick up at the depot, the notices that were left without trying to contact me with our passports, one in my mailbox and one on the floor. Ironically, I still had those envelopes from the new passports I picked up and clear as day it stated ‘registered mail’ which I must sign for. He assured me that what I’d endured is not how Canada Post operates, and although it’s up to the postman if he wants to be nice and bring up our packages, at the very least the mailman is to buzz up to us to ask us to come down to pick up a package, not write down ‘no answer’ without making any attempts, to contact us, adding that registered mail requires a signature and must be brought up to our condo to sign for. I was told the mailman would be reprimanded and assured there would be no more mix-ups and protocol would be taking effect immediately.


Moral of the story?


[bctt tweet=” If we all just sit back and take the sloppy services we’re given change is never going to happen . . . ” username=”pokercubster”]


  • Don’t just sit back and accept injustice because it’s a hassle to try and contact the right resources and it’s time-consuming and aggravating. If we all just sit back and take the sloppy services we’re given, change is never going to happen by not speaking up. We shouldn’t be complacent.
  • Google is our best friend to get to the heart of the matters regarding contact numbers and addresses to relay injustices and getting them rectified. Don’t become a victim of having to take what’s being served by people who aren’t doing their jobs properly.
  • Customer service in many fields needs to be informed of misconducts and if you feel you aren’t getting the proper resolution from first attempts, keep going until you reach the appropriate channels. There’s always a higher boss, in this case as in many other civil and governmental issues you can always contact an Ombudsman.