Tell it like it is!

I have been a busy little bee. So busy that last night while laying in bed, I thought of a couple of blogs. Yeah! Time to write and tell it like it is.

I had a chap come to me and he gave me the schmeal about how lonely he was. His wife left him and now he's getting a divorce. Real cute big beefy hunk. But really...come on now... Tell it like it is! You need to get rid of a little stressful boredom and work out your time doing some sweaty time, no name. Find someone else. I've done cute. I'm holding out for the big L-O-V-E. Tell it like it is. I'll still say no, but atleast I'll have some respect for your efforts.

And about effort. a long time friend who is an amazing medic wrote a letter that told it like it is. He landed right on his face. Apparently, the door is only open if it's a toad. The prince gets his kiss on the other end and is isolated at a castle far, far away. You were the bigger man and we all applaud you for it. Too bad they snubbed you out. You will always shine in our eyes.

Speaking of words...insubordination. Big word used frequently by bullies that can't get their point across without threats and intimidation. Tell it like it is! Say...Do it my repetitive, sloppy way or hit the highway, or... I can't think and watch my movies with everyone screaming about how much bale lifting they're doing. It's very unprofessional to say "shut up" so they stick with the "BIG ONE" they learned in romper room.

Hey! I know a word too. We had mandatory Harrassment training this week and I learned a new word, "B-U-L-L-Y". That's right folks. I came across the ocean on a 14 hour flight to broaden my vocabulary. Did you know that it's very bad in business to push the employees around and even worse doing it without touching them. Thankfully only the peons need worry...ooops, that's me- eeek!

Someone told me like it is. The military paid me a great compliment. They stated that they liked me and decided to keep me. Apparently there's a lot of that going around. It's been quite busy here on R&R FOB. It's called the "Mommy Syndrome." The big tough men and women might be afraid to take there little hemorrhoids and sniffles to a guy medic, but they don't mind dropping the trousers to Mom. We're all far, far away from home, and it's worse when you're sick. Just sometimes you need the MOMMY to baby and comfort you... and that's me! Just telling it like it is!