Since I last posted things have happened.
I went for the second interview this morning – this time with the husband. And he looks to be quite a bit more rigid than his wife. The perception I got from him was very old school, with morals and values and screw everything that;s not of his ideals. The wife seemed somehow subdued while he was in the room with her. And it made me think of that Mighty Men campaign of Angus Buchan. Not an ideology I’m very enamoured of, but then, I’m just a lowly female on the mighty male totem pole – go for it boys. Far be it from me to prove that a woman is not quite as second rate as many of you might think. Not because I’m not a Christian. Not because I don’t believe. But because I will NOT, let me repeat that, NOT be treated as a second rate human just because I support Triumph formwear and produce estrogen. Or because I’m such a weakling that I will give up everything I’ve worked for because some man reckons it must be so. One of the things he asked me this morning – what about men in my life, me being a single woman and all. What happens if one of said men want to take me away from here. Playing Knight in shining armour. Yes well. Bring those men to me please – I have yet to meet one of them. I scoffed at the man – told him that if that has not happened in the 15 years I’ve been on my own, the chances of it happening now, what with the grey hair and saggy boobs and a life’s worth of little wrinkles and dents I currently possess, not very likely!!
He was less interested in me, and what I could bring to the company experience wise, than he was in my possible substance abuse and religious affiliation and heaven forbid! The fact that I’m a divorced, single woman. With no man to look after her.
Suffice to say, I have not heard from them just yet, but I might be wrong in my musings. It’s happened before. I’m not in that much of a flat spin about it. I’ve made peace with the possibility of me selling my house and moving to some spot of dirt somewhere in this beautiful, albeit completely screwed up, country. Since I’ve given the reigns over to much more capable hands than mine, I’ve had mostly peace in my heart. Not something I can quite describe, but I know I will be put on the right path for me, and everybody and everything that depends on me.
Speaking of which.
I’ve played with the idea of getting another dog. A bigger kind, to just make like he’s vicious. With that in mind, I spoke to my cousin, actual family, about the puppies his dog is supposed to be getting any day now. Turns out they were born on Saturday, a whole batch of them. They will be inoculated, but not registered as the pregnancy was not planned. But yes, I can have first choice of the pups, he will still charge me the full amount. But I must bear in mind that he will sell the next batch for much more, and I can pay him off…
OK, fine. I did not want the dog for free, but there’s not way I’ll be paying R1500 for a dog. That’s just crazy!!
And then mom phoned. The nextdoor neighbours have dogs – do I want to come and have a look.
I went to have a look.
Meet Ben, peeps. The newest addition to the menagerie I’ve got going here. A real mutt. Boxer mixed with some shepherd and some husky, light brindle in colour, a stocky fellow. Very calm. Unless he can’t see me. Then he’s very uncalm. And loud.
And so begins a new chapter in my life. Of house training a dog. Taking him for puppy training for as long as I can afford it. Playing with him, bonding with him. Trying to give to him a life that’s worth living, and in the process, enriching mine.
I’m going to have to get some kind of toy for him soon – can’t have him eating my shoes!! Then again, maybe I should put my shoes in the cupboard, then he won’t 😉
And on that note, a joke. Hope your day is progressing splendidly – I’m off to bed where Morpheus has been awaiting me since I got up this morning!!
Never Tick off a Nurse!
A big shot executive had to spend a couple of days in the hospital. He
was a royal pain to the nurses because he bossed them around just like he
did his staff. None of the hospital staff wanted to have anything to do with
The head nurse was the only one who could stand up to him. She came
into his room and announced, “I have to take your temperature.”
After complaining for several minutes, he finally settled down, crossed
his arms and opened his mouth.
“No, I’m sorry, the nurse stated, “but for this reading, I can’t use an
This started another round of complaining, but eventually he rolled
over and bared his behind.
After feeling the nurse insert the thermometer, he heard her announce,
“I have to get something. Now you stay JUST LIKE THAT until I get back!”
She leaves the door to his room open on her way out. He curses under
his breath as he hears people walking past his door, laughing. After a half
hour, the man’s doctor comes into the room.
“What’s going on here?” asked the doctor.
Angrily, the man answers, “What’s the matter, Doc? Haven’t you ever
seen someone having their temperature taken?”
After a pause, the doctor confesses, “Not with a carnation.”