That’s a lot. That’s big. I’m sorry. I hope he got the message. I don’t know why he wouldn’t try to talk to you first.
I don’t know the whole answer, but it might have to do with the past. We never had a lot of money and suffered a stint (less than 6 months) of homelessness. He worked his way up from making pizza to being a chef for a major college team. He is rightfully proud of these accomplishments. However, it’s all gone to his head and he is quite supercilious and condescending to us. He pretty much feels superior to the rest of us. I did’t raise him that way, but there it is.
I’m sorry your son is treating you this way. It’s not right.
My grandfather lives in a nursing home. He’s been falling a lot lately. Luckily he doesn’t get seem to get hurt when he falls but he can’t get himself up. It’s been happening a lot and my mother, who is the primary decision maker for health care things for him, doesn’t seem to think anything is seriously wrong because he isn’t hurt. It kind of makes sense. One of the times he fell, he was found with a pillow under his head. He might be “falling” for attention but it’s happening too much. I kind of wish they’d find something wrong so we could fix it. It’s just weird and hard to see people age right in front of you like that.
Where does he live? I’ll kick his ass for you!
“Run! He’s from the internet!!!”
Shopped at Meijers the other day. The cashier wiped her nose on her hand and proceeded to ring up the items.
Another reason I always use the self checkout.
Honey ginger tea product from Korea happy Christmas! I popped the top added 3 heaping tablespoons in a mug of hot water.
Hits my throat yow it’s all good 
then POW a throbbing geafache. Slept it out. That was icky.
Just checked the label again. teaspoons ya idjit
High fructose corn syrup is listed multiple times.
I’ll try it again sparingly
Has he ever communicated (either directly to you, or perhaps through Ms. Drunken Friend) just what his concerns might be?
I’m going to guess “there was a period when I was small when, from my child’s perspective, you couldn’t manage, which, unexamined, still colours my opinion of you” rather than a specific concern one could articulate.
No. At least I don’t think he told her details, but I didn’t talk to her. The fact is: he isn’t here, and doesn’t know a damn thing. I mean he knows what went wrong this time and how it’s been addressed. Why he thinks his dad is not getting proper care escapes me. I and his dad, who does not have any form of dementia made a wrong decision and will be more careful going forward. It seems odd to want to call social services for a guy who is competent. We see his doctors regularly, and I keep the family informed about what is going on. My son has said his worries were taken care of a couple days in, and especially after he talked to his dad Xmas day.
He hasn’t seen fit to really communicate with me about it until I confronted him, and then it was excuses and I’m sorrys.
That puts people out of work though. You support that? Mention it to management; maybe they can get her hand sanitizer.
The self-checkouts do not put nearly as many people out of work as a grocery store’s general refusal to staff adequately. In theory, the people no longer tied to the register could clean or stock or help customers or any number of other things. There is still work for them to usefully do, but it’s cheaper to just hope customers ignore a little dirt, missing items, and then google any questions they might have.
At least, that seems to be my local store’s approach. The self checkouts made no difference, because they are still overseen by the same number of cashiers (one, most of the day). It’s just the lines are shorter now. They were never going to hire those cashiers.
Sadly, you are right on all counts: they intentionally understaff for a job where they are under paid and abused regularly by the public. Management regularly threatens them, stating that there are cameras everywhere and that if they talk back or undercharge friends/relatives or eat for lunch/pocket the slightest thing w/o paying for it beforehand that they are immediately fired.
But there’s no shortage of people listed weekly on the community’s police page arrested for shoplifting food.
I haven’t done that kind of work for almost 30 years but that sounds exactly like my experience working in retail.
Not my experience in retail at all, but then again I haven’t worked for mega corporations. A friend does work for Target. She started as a night receiver of shipments and is now in loss prevention. She says it’s nearly impossible to get fired from there without a serious breach.
A parent whose kid went to school with mine way back in the day worked as a greeter at a supermarket for a short spell & had the same training as most of the new hires. He said he’ll never forget the line,
“Remember, I’ll never fire you. You’ll fire yourself…”
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Also, I have to admit a personal failing and possibly ‘flexible morals’ on my part. If some Ass steals an Xbox or a big Screen TV, arrest & jail him. If some kid hasn’t eaten in a day or two and tries to run out with a box of cereal… just to eat… it just seems different somehow.
Ah yes, the Jean Valjean excuse. The thing is, the kid stealing the Xbox is probably going to sell it to get money for food.
or drugs
And the mouse invasion continues. I’ve tried to explain again and again – if you don’t clean up food-related messes, and you don’t store your snacks in a sealed metal or glass container, the li’l meeses will keep paying you a visit. “But I don’t understand why they keep coming back!” says one lady as she refills her open candy dish. “There’s nothing in my desk to attract them anymore, but they keep coming in here!” says another coworker, who used to keep open packs of crackers in a desk drawer and still has the crumbs to show for it. A live mouse was just spotted in the break room, where open containers of food are frequently left on the counter, food debris is often left on tables (I guess some folks assume the cleaning crew busses tables?), and containers are pretty much never rinsed before being thrown in the open-top recycle bin.
At least we’re in for some fun with the live mouse; the last time we had one scamper through the department was very entertaining.