Fast and furious
May 25, 2007 By: almostgotit Category: business, confusion, jobless, parentingMy daughter graduated from 5th grade today. I never graduated from anything until highschool, but today I’m thinking: some new ways of doing things actually are good. We need to mark our milestones. They matter. My son will graduate from high school next year, and then supposedly will go to college (if he can remember to apply to any of them). If 5th grade graduation can make me cry, I will really need my friends around me when my first born leaves the nest, I can tell you right now.
But no, today, I’m not even going to go there.
My mother is flying in for a visit tomorrow, the house is a total disaster, and I am also exchanging flurries of email with a potential employer. The latter has gotten more than slightly ridiculous, like we’re settling a lawsuit or arranging security clearance, instead of just talking about a no-big-deal job. Yesterday I almost walked away but decided to send one last demanding email instead, sure it would scare them off once and for all (which would actually have made it easier to focus on cleaning my house) but nope: back they are again today, still wanting to talk. I don’t know. I asked them for the weekend.
I still need some more time to eat olives and bake cookies.
May 25th, 2007 at 10:27 pm
Fortunately, you have a mother who won’t even NOTICE your house as she so thoroughly enjoys being with HER first born! Enjoy this visit. And keep up the good work setting high expectations for your possible future employers! It seems to be working.
May 25th, 2007 at 11:56 pm
Oh, I know my mother won’t care. Or if she does, it won’t be disapproval but worry: e.g, that the state of the house is an indication that This Family Is Not Well. But no no, I’m sure she won’t think that, either. But really? It’s all about me. I want to be the kind of person who doesn’t have a house as messy as mine. Especially for guests. Because aren’t we women really SUPPOSED to be everything and do everything, for everyone, all of the time? And be perfect, while we’re at it?
May 26th, 2007 at 12:58 am
I’ll be right over for the olives and cookies. And is this, by chance, a job offer stemming from the day you had to wring out your clothes during the interview? I’m just so curious.