Good News, Bad News, Movie News, and Worse News
Yesterday afternoon, my mom stopped in the office, just frantic. "I just got fired!" I rolled my eyes, knowing that she was just trying to get a reaction out of me, and I'm not that big a fish. When she figured out I wasn't taking her bait, she told me the real story. The doctor had called her boss and told him she should not be working. He made her drop everything she was doing and go home right then. She won't be allowed to work until at least the 30th, after she gets back from her appointment with the neurosurgeon. She was freaking out, mainly because she had "all that work that didn't get finished, and nobody else is going to do it, everything is going to be behind, and how are the city bills going to get paid?" Personally, I think it would be pretty funny if the City were delinquent - maybe they'll get their utilities shut off. That said, she's going to have a heart attack long before that happens. Over two weeks off work? My mother hasn't taken a vacation in the 20 years she's worked there. She's only missed 5 days of work for illness in 20 yrs. And she's not allowed to do hardly anything, so she won't even be able to catch up on housework. If you ask me, I think she's just healthy enough to be baking cookies. I don't know what she's getting all worked up about. Workman's comp is paying for it all. If it were me, I'd be kicked back in a lawn chair in all my neck brace glory, sipping on a mai tai. Of course, that dog owner would be buying me a new pool too, but that's just me.
But here's the dilemma. My mother also has a cleaning job at a dental clinic. And guess who can't do any cleaning work now? So guess who got drafted as a janitor? That's right, yours truly just got sucked back in. Great for her, sucks for me. Since misery loves company, I volunteered my sister to help me. Sure, she's gonna hate me for awhile, but she can direct all that anger into the toilet she'll be scrubbing. And I've no doubt that my mother will be standing over us, acting like sidewalk supervisor. If we haven't learned how to scrub a floor by our ages, there's no hope for us. Better if she just stays home and assumes we're doing things right.
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Have you ever seen the movie Suspect Zero? If you haven't, I recommend it. Unless you are grossed out easily, afraid of bald men, or you hate Carrie Ann Moss. Then you should go see Pollyanna or something. Kind of a mind game, not entirely unlike Memento or Silence of the Lambs. But I gotta say, I liked Aaron Eckhart better as the long-haired biker in Erin Brockovich. Now, if he'd been a biker FBI agent, or maybe if he had worn Erin Brockovich's outfits, that would have put this flick over the top.
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Just got a call from my grandpa. You remember that couple I said was moving to South Carolina? Well, the husband got a bad headache yesterday, and they flew him to Omaha. He ended up with a bleed in his brain, and he died this morning. I don't know what his poor wife is going to do. They already sold all their stuff, and they were planning on moving to SC this weekend. It was so unexpected that his kids didn't even have time to get here.
He was the coolest guy. Always quick with a compliment or a joke, he was the first person to offer assistance when you needed anything. He and his wife were best friends, and despite the fact they had been married for 52 years, he would still grab her butt when she walked by. (And yes, that traumatized me the first time I witnessed it.) He will be greatly missed. Rest in peace, Jerry.
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Now this is truly a case of the blind leading the blind.
But here's the dilemma. My mother also has a cleaning job at a dental clinic. And guess who can't do any cleaning work now? So guess who got drafted as a janitor? That's right, yours truly just got sucked back in. Great for her, sucks for me. Since misery loves company, I volunteered my sister to help me. Sure, she's gonna hate me for awhile, but she can direct all that anger into the toilet she'll be scrubbing. And I've no doubt that my mother will be standing over us, acting like sidewalk supervisor. If we haven't learned how to scrub a floor by our ages, there's no hope for us. Better if she just stays home and assumes we're doing things right.
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Have you ever seen the movie Suspect Zero? If you haven't, I recommend it. Unless you are grossed out easily, afraid of bald men, or you hate Carrie Ann Moss. Then you should go see Pollyanna or something. Kind of a mind game, not entirely unlike Memento or Silence of the Lambs. But I gotta say, I liked Aaron Eckhart better as the long-haired biker in Erin Brockovich. Now, if he'd been a biker FBI agent, or maybe if he had worn Erin Brockovich's outfits, that would have put this flick over the top.
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Just got a call from my grandpa. You remember that couple I said was moving to South Carolina? Well, the husband got a bad headache yesterday, and they flew him to Omaha. He ended up with a bleed in his brain, and he died this morning. I don't know what his poor wife is going to do. They already sold all their stuff, and they were planning on moving to SC this weekend. It was so unexpected that his kids didn't even have time to get here.
He was the coolest guy. Always quick with a compliment or a joke, he was the first person to offer assistance when you needed anything. He and his wife were best friends, and despite the fact they had been married for 52 years, he would still grab her butt when she walked by. (And yes, that traumatized me the first time I witnessed it.) He will be greatly missed. Rest in peace, Jerry.
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Now this is truly a case of the blind leading the blind.
posted by trinamick at 12:31 PM
19 Comments:
Scrubbing toilets, the stuff of nightmares. Your mother isn't the type to stand over your shoulder and tell you "you missed a spot" is she?
Yep, that's the type. And then she'll tell you the more efficient way to get rid of that spot. Working with her is like being pecked to death by a duck.
Found your site by accident and love it. You write really well! I'l be back! our Bridezilla story almost made me pee my pants!
I only wish I could say the story wasn't true. Truth is stranger than fiction.
I'll just offer my condolences and you can pick for which.
I used to hate it when my mother volunteered me or my sister for stuff.
I figure after I got volunteered to take the ducklings with me to Lincoln, she can scrub a toilet. Tit for tat.
Thanks for the movie recommendation. I added it to the queue. Wear gloves.
How come the woman in the article couldn't tell what she was eating? The sense most closely associated with taste is smell, not sight.
And why does it not surprise me that the French thought this would be a good idea for a restaurant?
Yeah, it sounds to me like an idea our roach-infested dives would come up with.
"Is it duck or is it roadkill? You can't tell!"
I hope you get reimbursed for the toilet scrubbing, even if it is your Mom!
I've been meaning to drop by and tell you how much I like your writing. It flows very well and you're quite witty!
And thanks for gracing my blogs with your presence so often!
"being pecked to death by a duck."
This really sounds like a most unpleasant experience. Please remind me never to work with your mother:)
I may check out that movie, but more importantly the link to Netflix reminded me I need to mail 2 movies tomorrow. Thanks:)
So sorry for your friend and her family. Have fun cleaning toilets...a worse job...I've never done.
About that French restaurant, a study was done once where one group of people ate in a colorful restaurant while the another ate in all white restaurant. The people in the colorful restaurant consumed their food with a much bigger appetite. Tres interessant, n'est pas?
(I just exhausted my French vocabulary.)
Mr. Schprock, oui oui! That's why Dunkin' Donuts have orange walls - that's the color that makes people eat the most. But the French patrons didn't have an issue with quantity, theirs was with quality. So I'm still a bit miffed.
You always seem like you are one tough girl, but then I read how giving you are with your mother and I'm just like, "Wow, what a nice daughter!" I feel 40 writing that, but I can't help it. I think it's really great how you're helping her.
You're kind of like that crystal skull, aren't you...
and I ain't sayin' nuttin...
Well, she cooks me food, so it evens out. :P
LL, you not saying anything?! I'll believe it when I see it.
Your mum's time off is going to get the City's utilities cut off? Shouldn't they call Batman?
Sorry about Jerry. I remember reading that piece, seems like no time ago.
I think that's an excellent idea. And while he's in town, he can stay at my house. It's not the Wayne mansion, but it'll do.
It's been pretty hard on Jerry's family. But his kids are back now, so that's a huge help to his wife.
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