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Me Too

Posted in Batt Rantts on November 17, 2017 by shebatt

 

As all of you may know there was an awareness campaign going on asking women to write Me Too on your wall to state if you have been sexually harassed or assaulted.
I think the importance of this is/was over due and understated. I also like the post I read about how we talk about this girl was assaulted or that girl was harassed. What we don’t talk about often enough is how that boy did this or that man did that. Accountability people.

This post is not about that. This post is sharing how I once (one of hundreds) dealt with harassment while trying to keep my job.

I was waiting tables at a corporate owned chain years ago. Our location had a high volume of costumers who were very stingy and very picky. This made our location a great place for training new managers for other locations.
There was a few months where we had two new manager trainees and a man a third trainee who had just purchased one of the restaurants as a franchise and was being trained at our restaurant in the corporate procedures. The three men were sitting at one of the tables right in the main part of the restaurant where they could see all the goings on while they were studying their hand books. One of the men who was training was kind of a pig and made all the waitresses feel uncomfortable when he was around. Non of us trusted him. This was the man I had the bad encounter with. He was sitting at the table with the other two one afternoon after the lunch rush. Things were starting to slow down and all of us were trying to wrap things up. I walked by the table at one point on my way to the kitchen to put and order in. As I walked pass this guy looked up at me and asked me how to spell breast. Shocked and a little taken back I quickly looked at the other two sitting at the table and said “B” pause… UTT HEAD and I walked away. Later the man who was training to run his own restaurant came up to me and told me if I ever wanted a job at his restaurant he would hire me in a minuet. He said I handled myself with such grace that he and the other manager in training were just shocked and impressed at my response. He also said that he and the other man at the table both knew what the third guy did was wrong but both of them were also so shocked they did not know how to react when I was asked. To this day I wonder if the guy who asked me last long in that corporation or if he was fired for sexual harassment.
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Tired

Posted in 1, Batt Rantts with tags , , on September 15, 2016 by shebatt

Grief has made me apathetic to my own existence.
With faults enthusiasm I get get up everyday and live my life,
not caring if I fool anyone with the smile I wear.
I know I am not fooling myself.
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I am tired of loosing people, I am tired of all the loss my soul has suffered.
Years and time just chip away at me in the form of fatality.
Whether death or distance the people in my life just seam to slip away
and I find myself alone and wondering if I want to bother inviting in someone new.
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Sometimes the wounds are just too deep and so the desire eludes me.
If I don’t have anyone there, then there is no one to lose.
The balance between lonely and alone teeters on a point
to fragile to depend on, to sharp to avoid.
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I converse with my plants, make friends in my book,
eat dinner alone, and chat via a black and white device
which often misunderstands my voice sending cryptic messages into the either.
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I look to the sea for diversity and healing, knowing there is only the tide to rely on
I just need to pull away and hide to mend.
Alone in my cave I desire the reassurance that life is not so bad.
Thinking time alone will heal me.
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To tired to ask for help instead I just ride it out in this exile from life.
Besides who could I ask, that one person really does not exist in my world.
The person who can hug me and make me feel like it is worth it all.
The one who can make me believe that for now it will be alright.
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I need a dark angel a mother, a lover, a friend, who strength matches mine in every way;
one who like me has walked to the gates of hell and come back again;
one who knows I will be strong again for them someday but
resist leaning on me as much as I hate leaning on them.
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I think I need sleep…..

Today’s Plea to the World

Posted in Batt Rantts with tags , on May 20, 2016 by shebatt

Okay this is new. I am going to start writing things down that I think of far too often, and I am going to start calling them Plea(s) to the world. Starting with this…

What is Important:

Please do not complement me on my beauty. If you think I am pretty, Great. What I look like though is an accident of birth (well conception really). Sure I try to take care of myself by doing things like fighting my slow thyroid, which has made me a lot softer and rounder then I would want to be. I also try to take care of my hair and skin and etc.

In truth what I look like does not matter. If you are going to judge me, because that is what you are doing by telling me I am pretty, then judge me on my accomplishments in life. Judge me on the things I do. If you need examples then you need to look deeper than just my outer beauty.  I am a person who tries to live by example and if you are only seeing what I look like you are not seeing the real me.

 

 

 

Staying Strong (Written 1/31/2001)

Posted in Batt Rantts with tags , , , , on April 4, 2016 by shebatt

I weep for the pains of the past
Where I had to stand strong and
there was no time for tears
I weep for the years

I sing the song of sorrow
For all the broken hearts
when love was unrequited
there was only to go on
I sing the saddest song

I mourn the loss of those
who were dear and when
the longing of the company
had not completely sunk in
I mourn for those who have been

I ache for the transgressions of man
for killing their brothers
in the name of borders, money, and God
watching nations fall
I ache for the woes of how we’ve evolved.

 

We are a moment

Posted in Batt Rantts, Just thinking with tags , , on March 28, 2016 by shebatt

Centuries ago primitive man carved stones, struck coins, fashioned pots, forged swords, and created civilization.

It is my belief those of us who collect antiquity do not hold ownership of such things. These things have lived for centuries before us and will possibly live for centuries after we are gone. We come and go, live and die, and passed through our lives as just moments in comparison to these ancient tems. These objects from antiquity really honestly own us. We are just their servants, their caregivers, their pets watching over them as they exist through time. Just like the land we are but a brief moments compared to somewhat eternal life.

I am NOT perfect but I do try really hard and try to live by example.

Posted in Batt Rantts with tags , , on March 13, 2015 by shebatt
I wrote and posted this on face book because I am so tired of seeing people blaming the government for everything. People we need to start taking responsibility for our world.
I am NOT perfect but I do try really hard and try to live by example.

I am beginning to believe the more we blame the republicans, the democrats, the right, the left, the conservative, or the liberal, the more we are not really focusing on the truth of what is going on. If you really want to stop the corporate world from buying and paying for our government and ruling our pathetic lives then stop feeding into them.

Don’t watch TV or their ads selling you things you don’t need. Stop buying their shit you really don’t need. Start supporting local farmers and Non -gmo products. Start shopping at your local shops and not at the BIG BOX stores or even the chain stores.

I do not have cable in my home or internet. I am not buying a new bike because my old one does not fit me right, I am rebuilding the one I have. I go to the farmers market in Brisbane and buy as much as I can there so I don’t support the big name stores. I DON’T drink soda, I don’t eat fast food.

If I were to believe in a god

Posted in Batt Rantts with tags , , on January 30, 2015 by shebatt

If I were to believe in a god. Then that god he or she would promote the whole Love one another concept, be nice to each other and be forgiving.

Great.

Does that mean only love my neighbor of the opposite gender? Because if I love my female friend and neighbors then that must mean I am a lesbian?

Right?

Or if I was a man then loving my fellow man would mean I am gay.

Right?

Oh Please!

If I were to believe in a god then that god would be all about love and caring for one another. Do people really think so little minded that they believe their god bothers to check the plumbing in a persons pants over the truth in their hearts? Love is love. Who cares if it is between two men or two woman? I don’t. Maybe that is gods way of lessening reproduction and impact people have on the earth? Or maybe it is god’s way of just giving people the ability to love even if they are not attracted to the opposite gender. Maybe, but who cares?

It is not our place to question why one god or another put people of this type or that type on the earth. If there truly is a god and that god created the heavens and earth, the microcosm and the cosmos then they are far more complex then our stupid human brains can comprehend. Who are we to pretend we know what the intentions of this amazing vast creature who can create universes, and who are we to interpret what they really mean? Really who were those 40 guys who wrote the bible or any the writers of the other great religious books written by mere mortals?

Here is an idea. What if the gods are really just life from another planet? What if those crazy people on TV are right and aliens did come to earth centuries ago? I bet if you showed a person from the stone ages a cigarette lighter they would think it was a creation from the gods, the gift of fire.

But who am I to say? Who are you?

Besides the point of all of this is not to debate who or what god is but to bring into light the idea that god or the concept of a god really is just love to some many who believe in him/it. Love is not hating one person because they happen to love someone of the same gender. Love is not judging them because they are different. Be the better person be nice to these people, be kind. And most of all be forgiving. Forgiving of yourself and your church leaders for teaching you to be small minded and bigoted. Someday you may need the forgiveness of others. Start by giving it to yourself.

Again, if I were to believe in a god. Then that god he or she would promote the whole Love one another concept, be nice to each other and be forgiving.