NEGOTIATION. As Charlie Brown would say....."Blech!" Or was it Snoopy that use to say that? Anyway, I am sick and tired of negotiation. Maybe I need to move to my own island. No negotiation and no compromising. No other people!
Okay, I know I'm stuck with negotiation. It is part of being a family; a community; an employee; a member, etc. Negotiation is a another fact of life. But right now it is on my same list that includes death and taxes. I will get over it. I can't really see me living on an island by myself and a soccer ball with a face on it. (Trivia Question: What did Tom Hanks name his "soccer ball friend" in the movie "Castaway"?
We are all just trying to figure out how to live together. Two extra adults has thrown our family into a bit of a tailspin. I just got through "negotiating" for time with my own washer and dryer. Don't get me wrong. I really, really want them to have clean clothes. My son failed miserably at that while "The Girl' was away. I'm just thinking that when I am the one who actually leaves the house each day to work, I kind of thought they would get their laundry done while I'm gone. It is just the little things that seem so darn inconvenient. It's a lot of work. Sometime I feel more like it than others. Guess where I'm at right now.
Honestly, except for today, we have been getting along better than usual. I've been taking The Girl around for job interviews. She actually has had two offers and two others that may be calling back. Not bad. She is excited about one and has taken the drug test that they require. She should get a schedule next week. I just keep telling her to keep her options open until she goes to work. They are suppose to be out of our house by May 1. At least there is a light at the end of the tunnel. No wait! That's a train!
Enough of that. We have had some of the most delightful old people in the office lately. We had a cutey-patooty on Monday that was 98 years old. She had a cane, but got around really well. No hearing problems....not even wearing glasses. Of course, the rest of us 40-50 years old all had on our reading glasses. I asked her what her secret is. She giggles and says "Nothing really. I don't do much but clean house". I am so screwed. If housecleaning is part of the Fountain of Youth, I don't stand a chance.
I actually had something really fun happen this past week. I had a man try to pick me up in Wal-Mart. Wal-Mart....classy, huh! I think he must have read a Cosmopolitan magazine that said to hang out in the produce area. Anyway, it did my ego a lot of good.
Well, I need to go to bed and get my beauty sleep. May need to make another Wal-Mart run tomorrow. :)
Later.
4 comments:
Wilson was the name of Tom's 'friend'.
Breathe.... it will get better. Did you get a job?
You're a better negotiator than I am! I'd be all "Shoot the hostage."
Yes, it was Wilson and he was a Volleyball!
You can come to mine and Murphy's Island as soon as we find it. Oh, and we're searching for one with high ground. =)
Rox, if you are looking for an island with high ground check out the US Virgin Islands and the British Virgin Islands... very hilly/mountainous.
Jo - I've been working for a tax prep firm for the season. Quite enjoyable. Still have eye on the schools though.
Rox - Thanks for the correction. I never could keep my balls straight. :) I've heard that a problem for others, too.
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