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Here I am

June 18, 2012 in Uncategorized

Once upon a time there was a young girl.  She was a wife and Mom and legal secretary. Her friend was a partner in a law firm and asked her to come and worked for him. His firm was near her little girl’s school and her home and so she left her job and went to work for him. Her office got the morning sun and the staff were all friendly.  The young girl was doing what she enjoyed and she sometimes got to leave early to fetch her little girl and spend quality time with her or attend after-school functions.  Life was really very good.

One day the lawyer-friend and his business partner decided to part ways and the split took most of the other staff away.  All that was left were two lawyers, a filing clerk who came in every second day and the young girl. They had to move to smaller offices. Suddenly the girl was a legal secretary AND a receptionist AND a telephonist AND a filing clerk AND a bookkeeper AND a tea lady AND an office cleaner.

On the days when the filing clerk was away, after the very important typing etc was finished, she would wash the dishes in a bucket (their new office space had no kitchen) and sweep the carpet with a rag and an old flat box (the lawyers weren’t too keen on buying a vacuum) whilst trying to still answer the phone in between.  And her office was in the middle of the building and had no natural light, never mind sun.

The young lady was trapped by the phone.  She couldn’t go anywhere.  She couldn’t leave early and spend time with her little girl anymore and on the days when the filing clerk wasn’t there she didn’t even get a lunch break.  She felt more and more depressed.

And the job market offered very silly salaries for legal secretaries with twenty-six years’ work experience.  And the young girl felt even more depressed.

And she knew she was going to have to stay there forever and answer the phone and she decided that she must have been a very bad person to be punished like this.  And then she felt really guilty because at least she had a job when many didn’t.  But she still felt very, very sad.

Fluit, fluit, my storie is uit ……….. and not a very Happy Day!

Erm …..

June 15, 2012 in Uncategorized

Goodness Grapejuice!  But this new system is quite weird, isn’t it?  S’pose we’ll get used to it. How’s the week treated everyone?  Got a few randoms for today:

  1. Because Jerry’s lunchbox often comes home with the fruit still in it we have now started eating a portion of fruit with each meal eaten at home, e.g. Jerry will eat a portion of paw paw or kiwi etc before her breakfast – works a treat and guarantees that she eats between 2 and 4 portions of fruit per day.
  2. My poor Gorgeous S has been a bit ill this week.  Stress took his blood pressure up a bitty (I monitor it daily with his blood sugar since the scare last year that landed him in hospital). Glad to advise that it’s back down to normal this morning. Sjoe! **sweat**
  3. Had my fabulous family around for lunch this past Saturday.  Huge fun, as usual.  And I’m awfully proud to say that, other than a little sugar in the ready-made pastry I bought for my pies, the whole meal: starter, main and pudding was all sugar free.
  4. Going to be teaching a friend of mine how to cut patterns off existing clothing next weekend – she came a bit unstuck when she tried to make her little boy some vests this week.  Then she’s begged me to teach her how to make patchwork next.  Think I should make a business out of this.
  5. My Bonnie-dog has been so good and has worn her cone for three weeks now after having had the cancerous growths removed from her stomach.  The Gorgeous S will take her back to the vet today to have the stitches out and the cone off – she’s going to be soooooo happy.
  6. Jerry and I went to the shop to replace her lost school pants … with her pocket money.  Let’s see if this works.

Ok, enough meandering.  Over and out.

Happy Day! (ok, pretend there’s a smily face here – don’t know how to insert one yet.)

My child who loses things

June 5, 2012 in Uncategorized

My child is a serial loser. And I don’t mean she can’t find her breakfast and I don’t mean she’s not going to amount to anything. She’s going to go far. Heed my words. ……………….. as long as she doesn’t leave something vital behind.

 

Ever since she’s been responsible for her own stuff she’s managed to systematically lose things. Maybe she just doesn’t like the stuff I buy and/or make her??? In Grade R she was losing up to three things a week including clothing, lunch boxes, stationery, extramural bags/clothes/goodies. Her record was a hand-made denim tennis racquet bag with her name embroidered on the side in bright orange thread (that I was mighty proud of, I can tell you). She managed to hang on to that for two and a half weeks before it wandered off into the netherworld of Jerry’s Lost Stuff.

 

And because she is heeltemal tweetalig (totally bilingual) she appears to be both loskop AND ditsy. Sjoe! Yesterday evening she was playing with the dogs in her new “character shoes” that I was required to buy for her upcoming ballet exam. I instructed her to take them off immediately because they cost me an arm, a leg and a small left bollock, and this morning – less than 12 hours later – she could only find one. SIGH!!! Confronted by her mother’s purple face (whilst I blew steam out of my ears) she quickly remembered where the other one was. This obviously works but my blood pressure just won’t cope with prolonged purple-facedness.

 

I’ve tried talking nicely, I’ve tried yelling, I’ve tried a tear or two, I’ve tried removing privileges, I’ve tried grounding, I’ve tried a smacked bottom and now I’ve decided to go hard core. This term, i.e. since 10th April, i.e. within the last 56 days, she has managed to lose BOTH pairs of her winter school trousers. Today I informed her that I’m not buying more. She can wear her gym slip and tights. And if her tights get holes she can mend them. And if she gets cold well that’s just tough.

 

So there we were this morning. I was being peered at by a pale face. She’d pulled her jersey sleeves down over her hands and she is wearing an old pyjama top as a vest ………. because she LOST the one I made her last weekend ………. “Ek is baie koud, Mamma.” ………. doing her best puppy-dog impression and you know what? This Mamma doesn’t even feel guilty. Ok, well maybe a little, OK I FEEL BLOODY DREADFUL. But do you think this is going to work? Well do ya?

 

Happy Day …… or should that read Exasperated Day!!! Cool