Real World of Interviews
Not sure if my youngest is ready for the real world.
She has a phone interview today, and in speaking with her, she couldn’t decide if she should: wear a bra, dress up, stay in her pajamas, put on makeup, tell them about her cats, pump herself up by playing music…
Or talk about the recruiter’s career laspe as a home-maker on her linkedin profile, I guess I was sort of proud she did her research before calling the recruiter?
I did bet her that if she makes it through the phone interview and get an in person interview, I would make her triffle.
I am the grandmother.
The other day I was at my daughter’s house and I was playing with Arya, her cat. Arya talks all the time and you can have great conversations with her. Well apparently my conversations are no longer allowed. Arya would come up to my face and meow and then sniff my face, so I sniffed her face back.This went on for a couple of minutes until my daughter notice and freaked.
My daughter then gave me a lecture on how I just disrupted the dominance relationship with the cat. Copying her moves was a signal to her that she was suppose to be the dominance one and this confused her. Now she had to “fix it” after I leave.
I told her than my purpose here is done, as a grandma my job is to spoil and confuse the grandchildren, and then leave them to the parents to sort it out.
My daughter did not find that too funny…..
My daughter who will be graduating college within the next few months is planning on going to DC with her boyfriend to take in the sights and culture of the area.
While I am trying to talk to her about her career path and jobs siutation, she decided to make a list of places she woudl like to see…as she is googling thigns to do in DC, she starts naming off places. She came to “National Mall”. She stops and asks me mid-sentence as I am talking to her about a job, “what is the National Mall?’
I shunk I head into my hands and asked “Really?!”
her answer without a beat ” I figured it was a big shopping mall…”
When at work, they annouce it is cupcake day and you get really excited because you know that it may be the only thing you get from the company all year….
A little cupcake.
If I didn’t have you….
I finally figure out why my husband is so helpful….to cover up his messes.
Let me explain. Last night I came home to a clean living room. Everything picked up and floor vacuumed. I though wow, this is nice.
Until I noticed a film of white dust on top of things.
I went around and it was on top of everything in the living room, the hall, the dining room…. I had just spent last weekend doing a deep clean of the house and dusting everything.
I turned to my hubby and ask…so what did you do today?
I understand because it is cold outside, that the garage is not 75 degrees, his normal temperature he wishes. He kept saying nothing until he mentioned that he prepared canvases for his paintings.
Spackle and sanding.
He kept saying what spackle? HE didn’t see any dust; he just wanted to clean up the mess he made when he fixed the table. Sorry, I cleaned that up last weekend.
I have to give him a little credit; it must have been a total mess for him to get our vacuum cleaner. He doesn’t know how to work it.
My oldest is finally getting through motherhood, and it is wonderful to see her take to it. My youngest, well she is going through her own motherhood with the new cat.
This morning when she skype me she looked awful. She explained the first night with the new cat was terrible, every 20 minute the cat would cry and then bat her in the face, she would pet it and then push her ot the side and the cat would then go to her boyfriend and head butt him in the face and meow. this continued all night, she got about a total of 3 hours sleeps.
She asked me if this was like what her older sister went through. I laughed. Yes, get use to it because if you have children, it is your life.
She seem to not like the ideal of this happening every night. I think it will be a while before she has kids of her own.
yes, another addition to the family of cat lovers. Arya. Long story short, my daughter needed a companion, considering I have two of her companions. She and her boyfriend decided to adopt together and even though Arya is not impressive looking, her personality says it all,
She kind of started a argument before she was adopted and after, but it doesn’t matter, she doesn’t have to spend any more time being lonely. She will get much love now.
Traditions, I know we keep them because they bring comfort to our lives, especially around the holidays. This year, I decided to change things up. I had been thinking for the last couple of years to get an artificial Christmas tree. I know my youngest would kill me. I started to weigh the options, no watering the tree, no cats drinking the water, no dropping, dead needles, hopefully less cats playing with the tree, no fighting about who was going to pick the tree, etc.
The final decision was when Black Friday came and all artificial trees were 60-70% off. You can ask my hubby, I pounder and pounder the ratification of getting one, mostly with breaking with tradition and what my daughter would do. Then I pressed the button.
It arrived within 3 days, pushed the boxes to the side. During this time, my youngest kept bugging me about when were we going to get the tree. I kept defusing. Until the day before her birthday and then came over. I had the tree up and when they pulled up outside, I knew what was going to happen. She opened the door and ran to the tree feeling the “needles”, ok she made me feel so guilty destroying a family tradition. Why not, aren’t kids supposed to do that? She even went as far as saying that the fighting was part of our tradition…
Anyhow, I was very impressed with having the tree, perfect shape, it looked real and impressive (went with the 9ft) and I was happy that it went up easy.
Then it started.
Almost every time I walked past it, I had to stop and think, did I water the tree? In past years, the cats yes would drink the water, but they never really touched it. Now they thought it was a cat tree…they would climb in it and also chew the “look real needles” off the bottom of the tree. And for the no needles…there were needles, plastic fabric needles dropping from the tree each time you adjust or put something back on it because the cats would pull ornaments, garland and ribbons off the tree.
I guess the one good thing is I don’t have to haul it out to the curb…..