When I wrote the blog,'Queue Jumpers' yesterday it was a blog that was not supposed to make the person who it was about, feel all warm and snuggly about themselves, it was an attempt to make them think about their actions and how their actions effect others. It is also a warning to anyone else who might want to try this tactic, because this is not the first time I have encountered "Queue Jumpers." The phone call I had this morning at around 7.35am from the person it was about, showed it had certainly done one of the jobs it was set out to do, which was to cut to the quick, but alas the other job of the person actually coming to terms with what they did was wrong, it had not.
Getting to the place of admission of guilt can be the hardest road for some, because us humans will look for any means to justify our actions, but when dragged out in to the cold light of day and all the rhetoric stripped away and no place to hide, that moment you throw up your arms in realisation of your actions is an epiphany and saying you done something wrong, does not make you a bad person, it actually makes for a better person in the long run. The bit that defines a person is not that they make mistakes, but is how they put right what they did wrong and learn from those mistakes. Sometimes just as in this case, admission and a simple heartfelt sorry could be enough and you can both move on.
When someone rings you after you have pulled them up about something and start using victim speak like ,"I'm just a mother" and then tell me that, "You're just somebody who sell dogs" I could go into a speech about how putting the word "just" in front of someones place in life is probably caused the most damage to humans over the centuries than any other word, especially when put in front of the word girl or woman. I could then bang on about what exactly it is being "just a mother", but if you ring me around 7.35am, when I'm sorting out my six children for school, I really have not got the time to do that and as I did, I will focus on what I feel is the crux of the matter. You asked me if you could go on the waiting list "now", knowing how I run waiting lists, offering me a deposit up front, which is unfair on people waiting for me to open the waiting list for our next litter on the website. Simple.
You then lied, saying you did not know about the waiting list procedure, because you had only read the blog (Well, the blog has a couple times gone over our waiting list procedure) and not read the website page telling you about waiting lists, which I found hard to believe that you would of not read the page, "Buying A Puppy From Poundlane", seeing as in our first ever conversation, you told me you had read all my website, but I then jogged your memory about me telling you about our waiting list procedure, when you first ever spoke to me on the phone. But still you could not bring yourself to admit what you had try to do was wrong, still playing the victim card.
So eventually the phone call ended politely, but I get the impression that she has gone away still feeling the victim, but you are not. Stop it. You have two options here. Either just admit that you were knowingly trying to queue jump and it is wrong and unfair on others, then move on, with hopefully a lesson learned, or just carry on as usual, because I'm just a nobody, so what should you care what I think of you. It's not like anyone knows who you are from my blogs and as you so eloquently told me "You're just somebody that sells dogs."
“The greatest pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him, and not only will he not scold you,but he will make a fool of himself, too.”
― Samuel Butler
Me with Bumble and Blottie, waiting patiently to be unleashed, November 2018
Hello, I am Jane, you might of guessed, I love dogs. We are situated in the North Devon countryside, England, United Kingdom. Our home is occupied by my husband, David, our children, pack of dogs and me.