Tinker, the computer guy isn't here today, so hopefully the interwebs is safe.
The Amazon reports to her new job first thing tomorrow morning. I am ecstatic, gleeful and filled with the warm fuzzies of internal happiness. We don't know if it's full or part time, if it pays more than minimum wage or if she's going to be working days, nights or both. At this point, none of that matters.... it's a J-O-B and it's close enough that she could walk to work if she had to.
Ma is not happy. I am a cruel and unloving parent for encouraging my twenty two year old college graduate to find gainful employment. It would be fine however, if I were to work three jobs to pay the bills. That's how her little old mind works.
In response to her view of things, I'll quote Ma herself from past conversations...
"Well tough titties"
So there.
Moving on...
The Amazon went to bed earlier than usual last night and left me to set the DVR to record Craig Ferguson. Every year when the time changes my recording plans get screwed up and this year was no different. Thanks to the U.S. Government, my DVR reset itself on the day that daylight savings time is SUPPOSED to end and when I went to turn it on at seven o'clock this morning, it said six o'clock. I didn't even bother playing the DVD. I'm sure it was an hour of the good Reverend Johnson with his lopsided, black toupee selling tiny vials of Mystical Jesus Water for $20 a pop. He comes on right after Craig Ferguson and I've had the pleasure of accidentally recording him before.
I'll have to catch his monologue online. I hope he forgives me. Ferguson... not the Reverend Johnson.
They're doing inventory today here at the asylum, so I can't enter any orders or do much of anything else productive and Bossman has left to go to the main office, so I'm gonna go play with my monkey.
Happy Hump Day!
4 comments:
Oh, do not get me started on the government's idiocy over the whole Daylight So-Called Saving Time. *rolling eyes*
I might have to adopt some of "Ma's" favorite sayings. I'm thinking "Moving on" would do wonders for me. Husband says, "How much did you spend on new clothes?" MOVING ON. "Do you want to come visit my parents with me?" MOVING ON!
OK, it just occurred to me that "Moving on" was your words, not hers. I have had too much chocolate at the office Halloween party today and it's causing me to experience symptoms of ADD.
Congratualtions on the JOB, how wonderful. The first one is a big step. She will have a little spending money, as long as the JOB does not involve a pole, it is the best thing she could do.
DG
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