Saturday, June 2, 2018

Western High School In Davie, Florida Purposefully Omits Some Of Their Graduates


 #OurKidsMatteredToo! 

Amber's graduation yesterday left me with mixed feelings. First off, it was unnecessarily long. Secondly, Western High School decided not to list the students whose last names began with the letters A & B (and probably some 'C's) on the programs. Thirdly, the administration not only didn't explain why they decided to omit the graduating students names, but an apology was never issued as well. Needless to say I am highly disappointed in Western's actions. My sons threw their programs in the garbage when they realized that their little sister's name was not on the program. I decided to keep mine to remind me what type of school Western really is. Meaning, they clearly have no problem disregarding a portion of the students whose achievements were not worth mentioning, in their eyes. So, while I'm extremely proud of my daughter, Amber Bryant, (Bryt Starz) for graduating from Western High School in Davie, Florida; that school has left me with mixed feelings pertaining to their 2018 graduation ceremony. I post this complaint in the hopes that future graduating parents never have to experience what other parents and I have experienced. Western High School administration's blatant disregard for us has left me feeling uneasy on a day that should have been enjoyed by all parents. #HappyAndUpSetAtTheSameTime.  #OurKidsMatteredToo!

Saturday, September 23, 2017

A True McDonald’s Horror Story

                        
                     A True McDonald’s Horror Story


After spending a long hot day at work, (no air) I wanted to eat a nice fast meal with my daughter.  We decided to dine in at McDonald’s. Walking over to the new machine to place an order, my daughter pointed.         (I guess a long day at school deemed her too tired to say, “Mom, let’s order over here.”) With resolve I walked over and we placed and double checked our order. The total was $13.11.  I clicked the ‘done’ button and the machine requested I wait for my receipt order to print.  This is when the story goes downhill. I went over to a manager and explained that the machine never printed my order. He asked me if I have the app on my phone to show proof I placed the order. I told him no. He told me it’s okay as my order is on the machine behind him. I asked him for my receipt, he checked his register and asked if I ordered the 2 cheeseburgers. I told him no and gave him my order, he told me to have a seat. Fifteen minutes went by and I went to the manager again and he motioned for a young female employee to assist me. Another older male manager walked up, I explained what happened, gave them my order and she added my order to the register. The girl then commented, “This order doesn’t add up to $13.11. I shook my head in disbelief because I know that is what the total had issued on the machine. The older manager went to the machine behind the registers and began looking for my order. When he came up to my order I said “that’s it,” and the girl said I know that’s the same what you ordered but that’s someone else’s order because it has 2 orders of tea.” I didn’t see 2 orders of tea on that order but I let it go, because I wear glasses and maybe just maybe the teas were on that order. (In retrospect I believe that was my order.) The manager, who ignored me, asked me for my receipt. I lost it then I started yelling, “You know I don’t have a receipt I told you that from the beginning.” He asked me why was I yelling? I told him I’m upset of how I’m being treated. He told the girl to give me a partial order. I said I wanted my full order. He then shouted “You’re getting free food!” He shouted this several times. “I shouted back it’s not free I paid $13.11 for my meal. They refused to give me my full meal as a young male employee handed me a bag of food. The manger said once again I was getting free food. I looked in the bag and guess what? I had to ask for my daughter’s medium fries, they refused to give me a cup for her drink. A girl name Hailey was kind enough to give me the fries. Upon the request of my daughter, we left with a partial meal because she said I was embarrassing her. I get home and checked my credit card purchases on my tablet.

                            
                           VINDICATION!
The tablet showed a McDonald’s purchase on 9/22/2017 of $13.11.
Needless to say I returned with the proof. The manager who kept yelling that I was getting free food said, “Okay what else did you order.” He never apologized and had an attitude that I had returned.
The soda I took home to my daughter tasted horrible. It had absolutely no sprite in it just seltzer. I was done. I wasn’t going back again that day, McDonalds had won.
Later that night after 11:00pm I ate the cookies and realized I had 4 instead of the usual three cookies. I know I should have been happy about the extra cookie but I wasn’t.
This next statement is going to shock some of you. My son Austin is a manager at that same McDonalds. I spoke with my son this this morning about the issue. He told me that the manager’s name is Efraim and I just should have told Efraim that ‘I’m Austin’s mom’. I totally disagree. I never should have been treated that way in the first place. I was a paying customer and…Should I dare say it? This time the customer really was right.
I’m telling my story in the hopes that McDonalds train their employees better. I feel that Efraim, the older manager, and the young female employee saw my order on that screen and knew that I was correct, but they wanted to save face.

What say you? 

Sunday, September 3, 2017

Blaze:To Blaze Aboard The Matter Page 8

Blaze
…to blaze abroad the matter… 

Chapter One page 8

Autumn Provides



She decided to draw a forbidden picture.
   
The art posted around the little cabin, gave the home a warm and inviting feel. Autumn gazed at her work and knew that it was good. Her favorite drawing was of her dad cutting wood in the back yard. She loved how she captured his glistening muscles stretched upward to the striking sun as it lit the forest showing all its wonders and beauty. The lake behind her father glowed as the reflection of him revealed his powerful shirtless back. “I loved it when daddy’s job was cutting wood for the town’s people.” When her father decided two years ago to start working for Mr. Guston Wells as a tax collector enforcer, all of the kids at the school house displayed their disdain for her and her father. She hated seeing him unable to walk, but she was happy the children no longer harassed her for the sins of her father.
Five months ago Mrs. Allister dropped by to see Autumn.   
Autumn was overjoyed when Mrs. Allister stopped by to bring fruits and vegetables from her garden. Mrs. Allister, who was an art collector, spotted Autumns art and asked if she could purchase three of the eleven portraits.
“Autumn these portraits looks as if they came from heaven.” It would be divine if I could purchase the garden, the storehouse, and of course of myself and humble abode.”
Humble abode “Why that abode is a few stones short of a castle! Autumn thought.
“Did you hear me child? I asked what is your price?”
 “Um…I don’t know, I,I,…”
“Hush darling, you’re stumbling over yourself.” Would a bag of my gold suffice?”
Unable to speak Autumn could only enthusiastically shake her head in the affirmative. Mrs. Allister had her inferior to gather the portraits and put them in her gold encrusted coach. (These types of transportation was only known to the people who lived on the outskirts of Pau, France) Spotting the portrait of her father fishing at the lake, Mrs Allister stated, “What price would you acquire from me, for this one?”
Take account of what you have already purchased,” was Autumn’s reply.
“Thank you my child.” Off Mrs. Allister went, with her four portraits.
I am a provider. Autumn thought to herself. I am a provider. She knew the bag of gold that Mrs. Allister paid for her art would last a long time, at least for five more years, ten if she was very prudent.
“Mother, I think I should start painting again to make more money, but I have no idea what I should paint now.”
 “Paint your town’s history, Autumn.”
 “What How do I obtain that?”
 The same way you painted your mysterious young man, my child.”
 “That was a stroke of luck, mom, it just happened.”
“Nothing just happens, sweeting. Paint about the English civil war that started in the 12th century and caused so much chaos and carnage.  Paint about how the English commoners fled to the outskirts of Pau, France, and made a home for themselves.” “You live in a town that is like no other.”

Autumn did just that and soon she and her family needed no handouts from anyone, as Autumn was indeed a provider. 

Chapter One The End Copyright 2016 (C)