Grateful

I am grateful for many things.

That my parents are both still alive and healthy.

That I have a good job that supports me and my family.

That my daughter (although a major pain) is minus any serious handicaps or diseases.

I am grateful when someone else pays the tab.

I am grateful when someone holds open the door for me.

I am grateful when support is offered not asked for.

The reason I mention these few things is that I am in constant amazement for the lack of gratitude in many.

No one owes you anything in life. Everything you get must be earned. If someone gives you something and there are no strings attached - I am always touched, happy and I don't complain about it.

Last weekend we were given a gift from our company. It was an all expense paid vacation of sorts. Free room for two days. Free dinner and entertainment in the evenings.

I live in a place where people spend ALOT of money to vacation. I mean ALOT! I think we are equivalent to NYC in terms of hotel rates and dinner costs. So when someone pays for this stuff - I am appreciative.

Well - apparently some of my coworkers disagree. They apparently feel that they (or the company) could have gotten more for their money. Some would say they were making observations and just speaking outloud - no harm done. I say - you apparently come from money, are made of money or live a very high standard in life to even have the BALLS to...Complain (yes - I said it...Complain!)

My kid complains all the time. She is a spoiled teenager and reality will hit her in the face in about 3 years when I kick her out on her caboose (if not sooner).

But - when you are an adult - you know better. Don't you?

My room last week faced the ocean and I opened the windows for a wonderful breeze and relaxing sound of the waves.

Fifty feet was all that was between me and the mighty blue.

Three blocks of walking offered shops and dining and entertainment. HB and I (although we live here) took advantage of the free time and got up and out. Walking everywhere and enjoying the city and the day.

I ate at two of the best restaurants featured in Ocean Drive Magazine. I did four of the "Things to Do". Somehow - I was allowed to get into an exclusive nightclub that only allows "the prettiest, the finest or the richest" because of one of our companions.

I totally loved it!

It sickened me to hear them.

They complained about the rooms although that is not what the money got you. Your from the Midwest....We put you on the ocean!!!

They complained about the food. Sorry about the fact that we didn't buy burgers and fries for you while you were here. There was a McDonald's on the corner.

Oh - but wait...That would have meant that you would have had to venture out! You didn't even leave your hotel room during the day. You said you were catching up on your rest. But when we took you to the nightclub (you begged to go to) you sat there holding onto your purse with the look of boredom on your face and left after 15 minutes.

I really don't get it. It pissed me off then and it still pisses me off when they say they had an "ok" time.

I say the company does save their money next year.

I say they leave your asses home!