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.

ben 1And this young man ended up coming home with me.

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 πŸ˜‰

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
oral thermometer.”

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.”



23 comments on “Pheww!!!

  1. The guy sounds a real prick. Judges everybody by his black book, screws around six days of the week and Sunday morning goes to farce to wash his soul and be holy again.

    • That may yet be the case H, although I hope not. I will have a hard time respecting a person like that.
      I’m keeping the tally on this one as open as I can get it..

    • Well, since he’s going to be employing me Tess, I do hope he turns out to not be what I thought him to be, First impressions may be lasting but they;re not always correct. I’m hoping that he will mellow a bit as I get to know him…
      Glad you liked the joke πŸ™‚

    • Ben is indeed a cutie πŸ˜‰ I will have to take a bunch of pics and upload them just so you can see how cute he really is!
      As for the guy, I hope my first impression was not spot on. I really do!

    • All young Ben has to do is look the part Annie. And I think he will do that just splendidly πŸ˜‰ More photos will follow as the days progress…
      Glad you liked the joke, and thanks so much for the visit and the comment!!

  2. Too funny and welcome home Ben to your human. Ms. g, yes, heaven is looking after you to have Ben. I didn’t read that you were charged for Ben, so I assume he is free. Congratulations, Momcie.

    • Oh, I was charged for Ben P, but not too much. Relatively affordable. But he is the cutest little thing – I think we’ll all be very happy together πŸ™‚

    • Mongrels are indeed the best Footsy.
      As for the a/h – I can only hope he does not stay that way. Otherwise there might just be trouble in paradise…

    • Looks like your crossed fingers did the trick G!!
      Young Ben is indeed a gorgeous, if slightly loud gentleman πŸ˜‰
      Glad you liked the joke!

  3. Oh! I would loved to have been a fly on the wall listening to this interview! I had hopes in the first few sentences, you’d found someone who would appreciate your ethics and good work. I am not sure I ever had a conversation along those lines with a perspective employer (probably against the law here….). Now to the best news – you got Ben! I am so glad for you, J and lucky Ben! How did you come to name him Ben?

    • I think the wife appreciates that about me P. And I really did not think the guy liked me all that much. We’re likely to be two dogs circling one another, trying to keep the peace. I’m hoping that’s not the case though – will make for a difficult work environment, but I do still know that this is something I have to do.
      Young Ben is fast becoming a big part of the household – I must just get him to stop doing his business on the blinking carpet!!

    • Dude, in my life you don’t get to look a gift horse in the mouth. I needed a job, and this one was sent my way for a reason, so I clearly need to learn yet another lesson.
      So, it’s off to work I will go, and I will keep my mouth shut while I’m there. Of course, on the blogs, all bets are off!!
      The puppy is indeed a cutie thanks πŸ˜‰

  4. Ghia, if the interviewer is interested in all kinds of irrelevant crap, it’s probably not for you? Don’t know. I realize that one has to play the game and all, but seriously – after 45 years – NO-ONE must ask me – for instance – to describe myself in one sentence because I simply cannot. And I wouldn’t want to work for people who could either. Best of luck. We all need it at this time, it seems. (And stick a carnation in you jacket for the next interview!)

    • As you saw from my next post, I did indeed get the job. Maybe the guy is very opinionated – that;s my first take on him, but I will give him the benefit of the doubt. I doubt that he’s in the office all that much, so maybe we won’t have too much to do with one another.
      I would not have gotten the job if I did not have to get it. This is yet another bit of the road i must travel on – might be a bump, might be gravelled, might be a beautiful toll free piece of highway onward to my ultimate destination.
      Time will tell…

  5. So sweet, your Ben πŸ™‚ I read all about him last night on my android phone, but couldn’t see his picture until now.
    Some men are so domineering. Glad you didn’t crumble and were good and forthright in your interview.

    • Little Ben is a cutie pie πŸ˜‰
      The dude, well, we will see, since I now have to go and work for and with him.
      Maybe we both need to learn a lesson or two about people and ourselves…

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