Oh my crazy Aunty's jam, it has been far too long.I certainly failed with this whole blog thing the first time around.....being that I wrote one and now this is my second, one year and several months later. That possibly would count as regular for a tree growing rings in it's trunk (or however that works) but in terms of our fast-paced internet-ruled world, I undeniably need to make amends somehow.....
There are many techniques one uses to win someone back, unstick a situation they managed to get themselves stuck in, or at least try to make their stay in the sin bin a bit better.
An emotive txt message with words like "disappointed in myself" "understanding" "dependable" "sincere" "apologise" can work wonders if you are short of time. Chocolate, wine, flowers and invitations to dinner are a slightly non-creative easy choice but definitely can soften the blows and make your halo glow a bit brighter again...I actually felt slightly guilty for using chocolate to make amends with a colleague because, once she had jumped over the moon after receiving my Cadbury covered apology, she bragged to other colleagues about how I was her new favourite person. Not really the reaction I was expecting but that was definitely better than her throwing the chocolate back at me in a raging bout of reluctance to forgive .
But then there are some things you cannot use creamy sweets, dreamy feats or steamy speech to remove the spanner from the works.... Moments where you really wish you could take out the remote control of life and press rewind, and when you realise you can't, any attempt to make amends seems more feeble than your ability to lick your elbow....Like the other week, when I somehow managed to severely annoy the lady about to give me a bikini wax. I had to wait for my appointment, and could not think of a better way to spend the spare moments than to eat an orange. In my effort to avoid getting the juice from said orange on the cushions and throws and those round cushiony things I don't really understand, I briefly went behind her reception desk to put my orange peel in the bin. Bikini wax lady returned, and even though I was no longer behind the desk, she sensed that I had been back there and suddenly changed tone, going dark asking what I had been doing. With orange in my mouth I politely explained my intention, not predicting it would have plucked such a chord with the beautician. I believe the silent treatment and short words I got from her was a bit of an overreaction, however once it was time to erm....remove some clothing before other stuff could be removed, I realised that pissing off the person about to pull things from around your privates is probably the worst thing to do. And I literally had no leg to stand on in terms of a defense, or way to make her 'like me' again. (I had already finished the orange so couldn't offer her a segment in an act of parle) Fortunately for me she did a really good job, though any praise I gave just sounded like a useless attempt at sucking up, and no matter how much I waxed on, there was nothing I could do to change her tune.
Hopefully such situations don't occur too often in your lives, and, when it all comes down to it, a simple "I'm sorry I.......... and I hope you ............" is all there is to it. Bells, whistles, text messages and gumballs really have nothing on facing up to problems and not only apologising and fixing them, but making sure such situations don't happen again. So, it looks like in order for me to make amends for this blog, I have to keep you posted. (get it?)Jj
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