The Fat Lady, She Has Sung
Mixed emotions today - my last day at my current school. Things went so crazy, I feel kind of shell-shocked. But I will miss my team, even though I know every single one of them will do well. They all rock!
OK, so I was shopping, and as I was in the checkout line, I was shocked... SHOCKED at the absolute laid-back attitude of the dude next to my check out lady. He said to MothMan - "hey, little Buddy!" Then he looks at me and says to me, "How ya doin, sister?"
Now, this gentleman was, I would say, late fifties? Italian-ish looking. But to call me SISTER? For goodness sakes. We aren't in Nifty Fifties here. You are not doo-wop man. But I smiled and put my card through, thereby purchasing my Diet Dr. Pepper.
As I moved to take my things, I noticed the woman behind me was a nun.
:)
Sister, indeed.
And speaking of weird coincidence, last week, when I was getting some brownies for the church picnic (oops, forgot to make them!), I went to the wrong car.
Now, for most, this is excusable. But not for me. Those of you who know me know I drive the ghetto-mobile. An older subaru outback with a DOOR PANEL missing.
This was ANOTHER outback- same color - ALSO with a door panel missing! Whoda thunk? Wonder if theirs smells like old sock?
And now, off to hunt for jobs. Again. Sigh.
(*)>
OK, so I was shopping, and as I was in the checkout line, I was shocked... SHOCKED at the absolute laid-back attitude of the dude next to my check out lady. He said to MothMan - "hey, little Buddy!" Then he looks at me and says to me, "How ya doin, sister?"
Now, this gentleman was, I would say, late fifties? Italian-ish looking. But to call me SISTER? For goodness sakes. We aren't in Nifty Fifties here. You are not doo-wop man. But I smiled and put my card through, thereby purchasing my Diet Dr. Pepper.
As I moved to take my things, I noticed the woman behind me was a nun.
:)
Sister, indeed.
And speaking of weird coincidence, last week, when I was getting some brownies for the church picnic (oops, forgot to make them!), I went to the wrong car.
Now, for most, this is excusable. But not for me. Those of you who know me know I drive the ghetto-mobile. An older subaru outback with a DOOR PANEL missing.
This was ANOTHER outback- same color - ALSO with a door panel missing! Whoda thunk? Wonder if theirs smells like old sock?
And now, off to hunt for jobs. Again. Sigh.
(*)>
2 Comments:
Job hunting is a bleak endeavor in this economy. My girls have been applying everywhere for summer jobs and they don't even get called back.
Wishing you the best, sister ;-)
Yes. And there's the double whammy of trying to figure out if the job will still be there in a year, or if you'll be looking again... I've already turned down one offer for that reason alone. I was sure it would be gone in a year. :(
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