January 21, 2006

Glass & Stones

I just hate people that think they are better than others. Seriously - I've never understood how someone could think that they have a right to honestly believe they can pass judgement.

People in glass houses should not throw stones. Period.

This week at work I have an account that is on pre-pay. They have to send me the check before I release their parts. They are a small company in a very competitive business. Fairly new to the industry. Right now they need some of my most popular parts. If I wait to enter the order until I get the check they will have to wait almost 2 months for the parts. Not gonna happen. So I want to enter the order (so we make it) but not ship until we get the check. I sell these things to dozens and dozens of accounts. This customer only wants 1,000. I'm shipping over 9,000 this week alone. If they don't send the check - I'm pretty sure I can sell what we held for them. (duh) In a discussion with one of our accounting people they tell me we can't do it that way. We can't enter the order until we get the check. "If the business is that important to them they should have made sure they paid their bills on time, and there wouldn't be an issue". I snapped.

People in glass houses shouldn't throw stones - I've lived in a glass house.

I know someone who is in a serious relationship. They are now expecting a baby. I just realized that the relationship is considered "murky". People are gossiping about the fact that a baby will be born out of wedlock. One of these people was a single parent themselves - in much the same situation.

People in glass houses shouldn't throw stones - I throw them right back.

Some people actually judge you by your address. Or they love to gossip and smirk if your home isn't Home & Garden clean. I've lived in shacks. Because I had too. My house has been a trash pit. And it took a miracle (and a little help) to pull it back together. Or if you cook and don't do everything from scratch. Some folks will actually think the meal is "wanting". I used to cook everything from scratch. Never bought frozen bread dough. My sauce? Always completely from scratch. I lived my life in the kitchen. Now - I "cheat". My sauce is from a jar, but doctored up to the point you wouldn't recgonize it for anything other than Tammi Sauce. Still takes talent to combine the ingrediants, time to pull it all together and I still take pride in the result. Basically it's still yummy AND I had time to relax and enjoy the process. I'm no less a cook or housekeeper because I use shortcuts. And neither is anyone else.

People in glass houses shouldn't throw stones.

What it all boils down to is the fact that no one is perfect. None of us have ever not made a mistake, not made a bad decision, not taken a wrong turn. It happens. It's life. And if we're on the ball we learn from those mistakes. But what we should never do is forget that we're human, just like everyone else. We shouldn't pass judgement from appearances because we just don't know what circumstances/thoughts lead to that place in that time. We shouldn't forget that no matter how many pretty curtains we hang or ways we try to disguise the fact - we all live in glass houses.

Posted by Tammi at January 21, 2006 06:44 AM

Well said!

Posted by: ktreva at January 21, 2006 07:38 AM

Nobody is perfect, you are so right. There is so much judgement cast, every day.

Where I live, everyone is judged by what they wear, what they drive, and where they live. I hate it. I am so far from any of that... and I am so imperfect, it makes it difficult to want to walk amongst them on some days.

I do not believe they cast stones in Palm Beach county, but boulders.

Posted by: Bou at January 21, 2006 08:41 AM

I guess you forgot about me.

*ducks and runs*

Posted by: _Jon at January 21, 2006 08:50 AM

Rock on...

Get it? :)

Posted by: That 1 Guy at January 21, 2006 09:34 AM


At least we can hang curtains once in a while :)

Posted by: caltechgirl at January 21, 2006 04:30 PM

You are very correct. Wonder if I should post about that some day... how I was judged on how I looked before they realized what I had... Money. (when I was young and single)

Posted by: vw bug at January 21, 2006 06:45 PM

Good post.

Of course, I giggled inappropriately at the phrase "Tammi Sauce" ;-)

Posted by: Harvey at January 24, 2006 03:11 PM