This morning my Starbucks mocha was only about two-thirds full. That happens when the barista puts too much foam on top and it fizzes out. If I get it with flat foam I feel cheated. It’s not a buck a cup so when this happens I always speak up. They were happy to replace it and no one spit in my cup.
There was a time I would have taken it and grumbled. I would have grumbled to my friends, my spouse and anyone who listened. I would have wasted precious time grumbling that could have been used laughing or (gasp!) thinking! Solving world peace (or maybe the virus).
I don’t know exactly when it happened that I started to speak up. I was a shy child so it wasn’t then (unless Santa forgot something important). I got better in high school but only marginally better.
It wasn’t until I started to work that I realized if you want to get anywhere or be recognized you have to speak up. Sometimes you are right and sometimes you are wrong but that doesn’t matter. Expressing yourself helps you to grow.
I’m not talking about being obnoxious about it. Not talking over people and certainly not shooting people who disagree (although this seems to be a current trend). Just expressing yourself. You may lose a friend over it. Not all people want to hear the truth. (One exception is to never tell a friend her outfit makes her look fat! She doesn’t want to hear that!)
I could have gone through the morning feeling cheated or grumping to the beloved husband (who fortunately can’t hear so well) or I could speak up, get a new one and go on with life.
This is a small example but I’ve spoken up about incorrect billings, political discussions (not in my presence please!) and stories where animals are hurt (even if the ending is good, I don’t want to hear them). I have learned to speak up in doctor’s offices when I think they are wrong (and yes, sometimes they are wrong). Sometimes I wonder if people think I’m weird but then, they should speak up.
How about you? Say it or stuff it?