So, Mister Wonderful's boss and good friend has approached him about a job offer. He would be traveling Monday through Friday and home every weekend. MW loves to travel. Also, the job would be going to different national accounts and setting up their service and store room areas. MW loves to micro organize things like that, and that is one of the reasons he works way more hours on salary for the job he does now than he really should and is always pissed off about the long ass days he works. So, really, this job would be perfect for him. By his own admittance. But as soon as I told him that I agree, it really sounds like something he would be well suited for and he might really like it, he says "are you trying to get rid of me???" and refuses to talk to the boss about the job. Really?? Pay increase, change of pace from a job you hate, shorter hours, less gas and wear and tear on your vehicle, home every weekend.......yeah, that really sounds like something an intelligent person would pass up. You have GOT to be kidding me. Damn.
Besides, I AM trying to get rid of him. For the love of all that's holy, DO something with yourself and attempt to find some happiness somewhere. After all, you've been bitching for 20 years about how miserable you are with me and the Papooses!!!!!! This man makes being miserable an art. Really takes it to a whole other level.
So, since the D-Hall teacher won't wait the extra 5-10 minutes for Papoose #2 to get out of practice and get over to serve her daily D-Hall, and the coach won't let her out 5-10 minutes early to make it to D-Hall, she is back to serving her sentence for our tardies at Saturday school. So she is taken off the work schedule for the next two Saturdays at Job #2. She is not a happy camper. Poor Poose.
Speaking of Papoose #2, you all remember that she has received her first official paycheck. Well, Monday morning I am walking through my room to get a cup of coffee and I see Papoose #2's butt sticking up in the air as she looks under my bed for lord knows what. I ask her what she's doing and she sits up really quickly and says "Ah!!! I found your flip flop!!! I knew you would be looking for it, so I decided to get a jump start on it and find it for you!!!" Jumps up and leaves the room. I'm standing there scratching my head. Then a little bit later, she is in the master bath with me, putting on her makeup as she does each morning with me in there, and she says "Mom, is my social security card back in the purple book?" (We have a big purple binder where I keep all sorts of copies of important documents) I tell her no, I hadn't put it back in there yet from when we were down filling out her paperwork to get official at Job #2. Then, on the way to school I ask her to please tell me the truth about what she was doing looking under my bed that morning. She says she was looking for the purple book. Under my bed? And why? She needs her ss card. Ummm, why??? Are you in trouble with the law, Poose???
More good news. Just got word that we will be given 2.5% ownership interest in the next store that is opening. That is on top of the 2.5% we already had. So, 2.5% in the first store, and 5% in the second store. Target opening date July 1st, 2011. Once the place is paid up and making money, we will start getting our payout. Probably looking at 6 months or so. The Real Deal and I are over the moon with excitement. The day may actually come where I can go to the grocery store without a calculator, after all. That has always been my idea of making it, of being ok. To be able to shop for groceries without a calculator. It's gonna happen baby, totally gonna happen.