Some people may say they are back-handed compliments.
Others that they are tactless comments.
A few may even be intentional put downs.
But one way or another, it can be so easy to say something but not mean it the way it came out of our mouths……………
I have always been sensitive about my weight.
It goes back to grammar school days and a particular member of the PE staff who was forever picking on me and ridiculing me over it.
Being one of the tallest in my class at 5’7″ and tipping the scales at 10 stones 4 lbs, I was taken to task for the remainder of that school year, though shorter and heavier pupils than I were left alone. Mummy and Daddy being on the Board, or Mummy was a respected member of staff and all that.
Other Brother’s comments didn’t help, as he would tease me about my developing ‘figure’ when I was eleven, making me nervous, self conscious and embarrassed about my body.
These are some of the comments, weight related or not, that have been directed at me over the years that I can now laugh about.
Does that girl do nothing but eat?
(I was 9 and tucking into a second sausage roll at a wedding buffet)
Don’t you look well!
(read Haven’t you got fat! having gained a few pounds due to The Pill)
I can’t imagine anything worse than living in a confined space with another person.
(shortly after we’d bought the boat)
The boating life won’t suit you, it’s too hard. Living in a mobile home would be much better.
(Poison Dwarf when discussing possible purchase of boat, having decided to give up their holiday share of four weeks a year in theirs)
I’m on the liquid diet. You should really try it.
(Mother in law who couldn’t and wouldn’t cook)
She (supervisor) said I should compartmentalise my workload like (me). I’m surprised she’s got room in her head for a brain!
(overheard in the ladies after a work colleague had been told she had poor time management skills)
He had to make up his quota of monthly passes .
(I was the only one of 6 of us who passed their driving test in February 1978. We each had the same examiner, I was the fifth to take the test, and the guy following me failed)
On the other hand, there is one put down that had Hubby and his workmates in stitches.
We hadn’t been together very long, and one of the ‘bosses’ was an arrogant B, always getting up everyone’s nose with his attitude and sycophantic sidling up to the management. I had a nickname for him, and it stuck.
He didn’t know me, and it had been rumoured that a potential buyer for the company was due to visit. I turned up, and you can guess what happened.
I was shown around and asked what plans I may have for the business.
Getting into the role and enjoying myself immensely, I said that I would probably introduce profit-sharing, flexible hours for staff with families, and have a complete overhaul of the management team, inviting comments and suggestions from existing employees.
Sucking up to the eleventh degree, he said they were excellent ideas and he would be happy to help me sort out the ranks.
I told him that his resignation would be nice, as one of the first things I would do would be to get rid of him. He was untidy (scruffy jeans and a motiffed tee shirt), dirty and unshaven (five, six and seven o’clock shadow), totally unbefitting to his status.
Hubby and the workshop’s laughter echoed down the stairwell as he stalked off.
He reported that the potential buyer was stuck up and opinionated, just as a squat little man walked through the door for his appointment.