For as long as Hedda Hopper has been working for me, she has had a leak in her gas tank. Now, you would think that, in the past year, she would have set some cash aside to ultimately fix the gas tank.
Not Hedda.
Nope.... Hedda has been spending her money on trips to see The Banjo Picker and flea market hats from clearance bins and thrift stores. She has been sending money to her son who is in prison because he broke into another man's house and nearly beat him to death. She has been paying her daughter's child support because she was declared unfit and the state took away her kids. The list goes on.....
But, the one thing she hasn't been spending money on is the maintenance of her car or the upkeep of her house, a house that should be condemned.
I am infuriated at times by people. Hedda chooses to live that way, why do people feel sorry for her? Worse yet, she's a greedy mooch.
Case in point. All day Friday Hedda was pretty quiet. Every once in a while she would look over, humbled, like the weight of the world was resting on her shoulders. She was up in arms because the gas tank leak had been discovered by our HR safety representative and he had told Hedda she would have to either get the leak fixed or not drive her car to work. Naturally, Hedda had taken the situation for everything it was worth, throwing out the poverty card, and, pretty much, playing on everyone's emotions banking on the fact that someone would feel sorry for her and make sure she got a new gas tank.
Which, they did.
It was decided that they would do a 50/50 drawing to raise money for Hedda's gas tank. People who wanted to participate could purchase tickets that would be entered in the drawing. 50% of the money would go to Hedda for her unfortunate situation, the other 50% of the money would go to the lucky owner of the ticket that was drawn.
All in all, Hedda ended up with $120 for her gas tank. Her one point of concern? Where did the rest of the money go that she didn't get.
Where did it go??? The greedy old bag should be thankful she got anything at all.
So this morning I show up for work and sit down at my desk. Like most every day, Sophia and I start to talk about the weekend and what we had done. Hedda turns, butts into the middle of my conversation, and states "Did you see my car?"
"No, did you get a new one?" I have no idea what in the heck she's talking about.
"I got my gas tank. My son hooked it up on Friday. I had just about enough money to cover the whole thing, too bad I didn't get just a little more," Hedda is beaming from ear to ear.
To be honest, I was repulsed. She should have been lucky just to get what she did get. Some people just assume that it is up to everyone else to see that their needs are met.
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Wow! I wish I had something witty to say here, but WOW, I'm blown away by this! At the end, I thought you were going tosay that her son fixed it and that the problem was something minor...and she spent the rest of the money on Bingo and Jack Danials...
Although, this does give me an idea to have a 50-50 to support my dream to one day own a Lion.
Hmmmm.... a rockdog with a lion...
A Lion would be a BLAST! I'd settle for a Tiger...or even a Liger! That would be special...but I digress.
Ooooh.... I would definitely want a panther. I could see myself with one, jet black, sneaky, calculating!
I know this blog entry is three months old almost, but I have to comment as I've just read it today and it deals with the same thing I wrote about in my blog, which Sophia commented on, which is how I happened across your blog, which I liked so much, I started reading from the beginning. Whew. OK.
One of my coworkers is just scraping by, barely has enough $ for baby formula, yet this summer she went to two concerts and paid more than $100 for each ticket. Unbelievable to me. But people just have different priorities.
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