Blogging and working do not mix well
While I am ignoring my online life, my real live life continues to take up way more energy than I want to give out some days. Like today. Two different crisises, two different kids. Let's start with the Boy.
Yesterday he came home complaining that his knee was bothering him. He has complained on and off about a sore knee since he was about 8, but this time I could see he really was in pain. I looked at his hairy legs and sure enough, swollen knee. I gave him iburpofan and told him to ice it, which of course he refused to do. When he finally got out of bed at
After close examination he was referred to an orthopedist, and the ER doctor implied that there would be laproscopic surgery in his future. Looks like a torn medial meniscus. BTDT. He got one of those foamy velcro cast things, and now he's like a bull in a china shop. He's never been all that coordinated, but this is just ridiculous. He's falling all over the place. I think he's milking it for all he can. :-)
The other crisis of the day involved the Girl. She went to her first day of job training at Panera where she found out several things that have her in panic mode. First, she can only wear two earrings in each ear. OMG, the cruelty. She's positive her ears are going to close up so she's got a whole plan about changing earrings in the bathroom.
Don't even bother. I tried to talk to her. Hello Brick Wall?
Second, she has to try every single thing on the menu. Even Lobster. She told them she wouldn't eat the lobster, and being in JewVille, they didn't press it. But there are foods she's never put in her mouth on the menu there. She's a VERY picky eater. I think this will be good for her. Today they started her on the bread, and she brought home a half of a baguette. Boy was that good! She liked it a lot because it was a carb product. She eats most carbs. Not much else though.
Third, and this was the kicker. She has to get dark solid color polo shirts, a belt, and plain dark pants. No jeans. You would think the end of the world is nigh. The child has a big Gift Cert that she got for her B'day and she hit not one, but two Marshalls and couldn't find ONE THING. Nope, not one polo shirt, not one pair of pants.
Now, if you believe this, let me sell you a bridge I know of in NY.
So I sat down with her and had a bit of a chat. I explained how nobody cared what she looked like, they cared what their food looked like. They didn't care if her pants were gorgeous as long as they were clean. Since they are work clothes, you get the cheapest stuff you can find, so you can just toss it in the washer and not worry about it. Get BOY polo shirts. They fit better than girl's shirts. Get plain dark khakis. Nothing fancy. Nothing that you care if it get's dirty.
Of course she thinks I'm nuts, but I don't care. I'm not falling for this crapola. She gets a couple of pairs of pants and a few polos, and then when she starts getting a paycheck she can get cute clothes for school.
Plus, you should have heard her on taxes. She was incredulous that they will take taxes out of her check. It was so funny. It's like she's never even considered the ramifications of actually having a job. Following rules, wearing what the dress code demands, etc.
She'll be fine once she settles down. She had to read an employee handbook and I swear, it was the first thing I've seen her read all summer. I was shocked that she read it. I really was.
So, if you are in the area, stop at Panera and tell her how cute she looks in her polo shirt and without all those damn earrings! I'm sure she'd love it. Stumble It! JBlog Me