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Saturday, May 20, 2006

Happy Birthday to Me!



Daine and I are about to be nine.
Daine will tell you, "Only SHE has a four in front of her nine."
...what's that line from Terry Pratchet? Oh yeah, Bugger Off Darling, I am busy.
I am going to be nine and that is that, thank you very much.
Daine will be nine a week and a day later. I got him the most awesome present, I have been hiding it for months. This is not easy for my spontaneous nature. I bought it back in February, lucky that I did, I have only four dollars in my checking account. It costs me 80 dollars a week to drive to my job, and I get 100, so that leaves me 20 to pay my bills. I suspect that this isn't going to work. ANYWAY.. I bought his present early, so I am very happy about that.
I emailed my employer, and I told her I would finish the month out,because I really don't want to leave them in the lurch. She came to the house, and told me that they were so lucky to find me etc... so I said, I would stay, but it would have to be four hours one time a day, instead of one hour twice a day. She said she would think about it. I don't care for the job anyway, my elder gentleman wants to see the back side of me. Sigh must be the end of an era, I finally met a man I could not charm... actually I can think of a few, but I won't go there. 93 is usually the age that finds me most attractive.

Thursday, May 18, 2006

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

Waste of Ass Hair

I finished my finals last week, and started a new job today.
My day.... Get Daine and Kayla up, make sure they are dressed and have eaten breakfast, make a lunch for myself... Two whole wheat buns, some soft Austrian cheese, water, grapes and carrot sticks. DRIVE 25 MILES to Boise.
Drop kids off at school. Get lost... Find job site. Sit for an hour in my car, pretending to do paper work as the neighbors come out and look me over.
FIRST DAY.. Christopher, is 93 years old. He doesn't feel well, and he isn't about to be bossed or cajoled into eating and drinking fluids if he doesn't want to.
I won round one.. he won round two.
I suspect this will be a short job. His repirations were high, his blood pressure low.. poor color, sleeping a lot, acid reflux. As charming as I am, I don't think he liked me much. I would cook for him, spoil him, but he wants to sit quietly in his chair and die.
I am sad, but I know this is the way of the world. I am not a forceful personality, perhaps he needs Nurse Ratchet, not Glinda the good witch???
ten thirty to eleven thirty.. then I am suposed to sit in my car for a few hours and come back at 2:30 to 3:30 for another hour. I thought when I took the job that I would have one shift, for a few hours, not two one hours shifts. Its not worth the gas I am thinking. I will sit this out, however because I don't know what else to do.

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