Meijer, Mimosas, and Men’s Vests

Ask anyone, I love Meijer. The aisles are wide, the lights are bright, and now this:

That’s Prosecco, next to orange juice. Not that I think you’re blind, I just have to keep saying it. This quickly prompted a conversation that began with only a picture:

Four things about this:

  1. Operation Find Mimosa Bitch is on. I don’t care if it’s a he or a she, they deserve the title of Mimosa Bitch. I appreciate Lizzy giving me he/she aspect, automatically I assumed it was a female – if it’s a male, I will still call the individual Mimosa Bitch.
  2. It was at the Meijer in Appleton, Wisconsin, and I am more than serious to know who was responsible for this act of brilliance. If you know this person – please get them in contact with me. (JenWritesStuff@outlook.com)
  3. Why is this the first time I’m seeing this sort of marketing prowess? I feel like if Lizzy or I were in charge of product placement in a grocery store, we’d have been on top of it, and I’d be writing about our acceptance into Mensa.
  4. I corrected my type-o as if I thought Lizzy actually might have thought I meant what I typed … we need to stop doing that.

Another thing that happened at Meijer that day? I noticed that every man over 30 was in a vest. Missed the memo that this is now the dress code for the cool dudes. There was the man with the flannel under the vest, the guy whose hat matched the vest, the gut whose hat matched the flannel under the vest. My man asked me why I didn’t get him one for Christmas. He noticed too. 

It would take quite a lot for me to stop shopping at Meijer. I can’t count to the number of vests that would keep me away from making my toilet paper, makeup, and everything else purchases from the place with such perfect marketing of mimosas.

Before leaving I went to the bathroom, and before entering saw this:

Why are there not changing stations for men to use everywhere? Men have babies, too. Why is this even exciting to me? Why does there need to be a sign for this? So many questions. This should be normal, which is just another reason Meijer is the best (with lots of vests).

For real though, someone find me that mimosa bitch.

Debt Collectors VS. Debtor-Friendly Society

Collecting debt is basically all I have done since high school; after one customer service position – I realized it was not for me. It takes someone with thick skin to walk out the door at the end of each day with their head held high, when you collect debt for a living. The names I’ve been called would make my grandmother blush. The amount of times I’ve had phones slammed down in my ear… might be in the millions. Countless times people’s anger has been taken out on me...& I’m one of the nice ones.

The debtor-friendly society we live in has enabled a lousy character for people in my profession. The reputation a bill collector hangs over their head is, most times, exaggerated to say the least. I’ve been surrounded by bill collectors my entire adult life, they’re fairly pleasant people just trying to make a living.

They’re not monsters. They’re not holding a personal grudge against the person they are calling. They are doing their job.

Regardless whether the debt was incurred due to irresponsibility, an accident or even something completely out of the debtor’s control… It should be paid. Services were rendered, products were sold and whoever supplied the goods – deserves at the very least – to have the debt acknowledged.

Since being promoted to Business Development Coordinator at the small agency I work for, it has become even more apparent just how much our culture caters to individuals who don’t take care of their debts. While trying to research strategies for sales and marketing, I’m bombarded by tips & tricks to help get out of paying debt. A plethora of printable form letters to cease collection agencies from contacting you.

Information available to assist collection agencies is limited. Why is that? Would it not be more beneficial as a society to work on getting these delinquent debts paid instead of helping people flat-out avoid their obligations?

[There’s an upside to this…us in the industry, we have something called “job security”.]

Have patience with all things

Mom, I have an idea…were the first words out of my son’s mouth when I woke him up for school. He’s a bright kid, so I’m always anxious to hear what’s going on in his busy mind.

“Can we both stay home today so I don’t have to go another whole day without seeing you?”

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You see…

We just moved & I spent the entire last weekend cleaning & emptying our old place. Monday came around & I left for work at approximately 7:45am; immediately after work I ventured over to a marketing class that I’m taking on Monday nights. During a class break, I called my son to tell him goodnight – ask how his day at school was & he was fast asleep by the time I got home at 10:00pm.

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I miss my kid.

Not that I’m proud to say it…but, I have probably been more absent in the day-to-day life of my kiddo in the past few weeks than ever before; keeping in mind that this is all for the best.

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” — Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

This too shall pass, is what they say…whoever they are, they seem to have their crap together so I’ll take their word for it. I wish I knew who to thank for that short statement that puts things in perspective.

I am bettering my son’s life, my husband’s life & my own by accomplishing these tasks that take time. While this is the worst of times – I miss my family, I miss me time, I miss being bored…this is still the best of times.

Have patience with all things, But, first of all with yourself. -Saint Francis de Sales

Balance is a lovely thing I’ve stumbled upon recently.

I will take the time I get to spend with the people who hold my heart – and give them my undivided attention. I will take the time to expand my knowledge to secure our future & give that my undivided attention. I will find the time to unpack and make our new house a home… & give that my undivided attention…

…all at the right time. 

I’m thankful for the best & worst right now, for they will ultimately determine my destination. I may not know where I’m headed quite yet – but I’m moving in the correct direction, of that I’m sure.


Inspiration from: The Daily Post