I wasn’t nice
By Kyla Cornish
I’m a hypocrite.
Just a few days ago I was spouting off about being kind to one’s self and to one other.
Well, I should have taken a dose of my own medicine.
My parents were visiting and as a treat I booked my Mom (because she told me to) a pedicure. I called a spa that I had never been to before and wanted the most extensive one they had available. They were able to book her in the next day.
A few hours later, I was talking to a friend on the phone and was told some news that I wasn’t prepared to process. There were a few tears and I hung up the phone feeling a bit desperate, lost and surprised.
Soon after the spa called back because they had to cancel my Mom’s appointment.
They were very nice and sweet.
I was short.
I was snotty.
I was rude.
I hung up the phone.
It took me about nine seconds to realize I had acted like a complete entitled jerk.
Now, before I go on, I want you to know that I have no problem admitting my mistakes. In fact, I would call it one of my best assets. I am not the kind of person who always has to be right.
I am also pretty forgiving.
In this instance, I was really hoping that the receptionist at the spa would be as forgiving as I am.
I needed to call them back and apologize.
I’m also not stupid and knew damn well that I sounded like a complete asshole and that as soon as she hung up the phone, she was probably telling everyone in that building what a complete asshole I actually was. And most importantly, no one deserves to be spoken to so curtly. She was doing her job.
I needed to fix this.
I needed to do the right thing.
I hit ‘call back.’
“Hi, its Kyla Cornish. I am really sorry for how I just was when you called. I had a bad phone call earlier. I’m just having a bad day; it’s not an excuse. I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have acted that way. I apologize again. There is no excuse for that.”
And then I got the, “Thank you Kyla, for calling back to apologize.”
It was in that moment, that I knew that she still thought I was an asshole.
The damage was done.
And rightfully so.
Who was I trying to apologize to? Her or to myself?
I truly think that deep down, I was trying to do the right thing. But, I also needed to apologize so that I could feel better about myself.
So what did I learn?
That even though I was feeling hurt, from earlier on in the day, there is no reason to treat someone else that way. No matter if you are having a bad day, a stressed out moment or out of retaliation.
But you know what’s even better? Being kind.
All of the time.
– Kyla Cornish is a “retired” radio Dj adjusting to being a Momma of two children. Main problems? Lack of sex, sleep sanity and an addiction to saucy chicken wings. Kyla has been published in a series of funny blogger ebooks, “Life Well Blogged.” She has also been recognized as one of the Top 25 Funny Moms in Canada and US by Circle of Moms. Then she was kicked out of that contest for cheating. She also won a baking competition when she was 11 at a 4-H Rally. Find Kyla here: http://www.mommysweird.com and follow on twitter @mommyisweird