My friends, Do you like change?
How do YOU deal with it?
I thought I was cool…I thought I was one who ‘rolled with the punches’… so to speak.
I am finding out as I get older that I am not that cool.
I’m learning new things about me.
I apparently don’t like change.
I am older and set in my ways, much like my Mother.
I used to say to myself, I want to be an even better person than my Mother…even though my mother was a great mother, wife, friend…you name it, she was well loved by everyone.
Still, she was not perfect, none of us are…and if I had to choose one of her little quirks NOT to emulate, it would be that she didn’t like change.
I know we are supposed to be resilient and adjust ourselves to change…like when our church decides to sing modern contemporary hymns…no scratch that, they are not ‘hymns as I know them’… although they do have words that sound like hymns…but they are fast and upbeat and sound like a form of metal or rock. (I know that is an exaggeration.)
OK, I understand they are not quite that bad, but they are NOT the slower church hymns that I grew up with, you know the songs like ‘The Old Rugged Cross’ or ‘Rock of Ages’ or ‘Jesus Saves’.
Apparently, I don’t like change.
When I was sick…I didn’t think about grocery shopping because I didn’t want to eat…and certainly didn’t feel like doing any grocery shopping. So as I got better, I started using the instant cart where you order your groceries online…so imagine my shock when I finally did go back in the grocery store only to be able to find…NOTHING.
Oh, the products were there, but just not where they used to be.
Apparently, the people ‘in the know’ (or so they think) decided grocery products needed to be moved from their familiar shelves close to the door to way across the store to a different location.
Me: “Excuse me, where are the cans of pumpkin?”
Shelf Stocker, not looking away from the Lays potato chips on the shelf and in his hands: “I don’t work here, I just stock the chips.”
Me: “Oh, sorry…”(I then wheel my basket with a noisy, wobbly wheel, pulling to the far right, (apparently the carts never change)…. In search of someone who actually works in the grocery store.)
Me: (encountering another stocker but I have now revised my approach)…“Excuse me, do you work here?”
Young man with apron, moving bottles of pickle relish taken from a stack of boxes blocking half the aisle.: “Yes.”
Me: (Score one for me) “Could you tell me where the cans of pumpkin are now located?”
Young man with thoughtful look wearing the apron: “I just started working here a few days ago. I don’t know where they are.”
Me: “Oh, sorry, I’ll probably find it if I keep looking” I mumble to myself, “they used to be here in the bakery aisle”.
Young man with thoughtful, but so-so grateful facial expression: “Okay” and he continues to move the bread & butter pickles around on the shelf.
Me: (smiling while wondering what ever happened to customer service?) as I wheel the squeaking cart around the corner of the aisle.
Now I decide I should be looking up at the ‘aisle identifiers’ instead of relying on my older method and natural instinct of just wheeling to my items on familiar aisles and shelves.
Apparently, I don’t like change.
And just for the record books, let me throw in one more change that has been around for a long time but still “twirks my jaws….” as we used to say.
This happens more frequently at a drive through, like a fast food or drink place. (McDonalds comes to mind)
I would love to have the clerk, just once, count out my change back to me…Ok, I know I am nit-picking and unfortunately many young people don’t know how to count money back to a customer.
So instead of actually counting it out to me, which allows me to visually and mentally keep track of my change…they, being the clerk, just dump the bills and coins into my hand and hope the single bills don’t blow away with the wind or the loose coins don’t wind up on the driveway beneath my tires. (Which would require me trying to open my car door without banging the wall of the establishment and slithering my body out through the crack in the door and then crawling on the pavement to retrieve bills and or coins! (But that is for another post, PLUS, I’m sure you have already guessed that has happened to me before)
Back on topic, we are talking about being able to count the money back to me.
I understand that the clerk hits a button to tell the cash machine how much money was given and the cash machine tells the clerk how much money to return to the customer….so they ‘dump’ the lump sum in the general area of the customer’s hand. And after a physical “catch”, the customer must then juggle the monies and the purchased cup of coke and get the car moving because there are 10 cars backed up behind, all wanting their large fries and Big Mac!
Now a confession, which I hope will free me of this guilty burden.
There have been times when I have been told my cost is $1.87.
And I give the clerk a five dollar bill and a Nickel and 2 pennies.
The clerk receives the money, with the bill in one hand and the coins in the other and stares at them like they will catch fire and disintegrate at any moment, or at least the clerk hopes they do! Then they don’t have to come up with a solution of what and how to deal with this situation. This is usually accompanied with the clerk’s look of frustration or exasperation, whereas they then ask…”don’t you have a credit card?”
Apparently, I don’t like change!
In fact I believe I have become my Mother, despite my pledge to handle a few things differently.
Excuse me while I go eat a piece of chocolate, grab a cup of coffee and a good book and retreat to my favorite chair.
Oh wait! That is/was my Mother! 🙂
Have a great and Blessed Day!
And I am certain that God, who began the good work within you, will continue his work until it is finally finished on the day when Christ Jesus returns.