New Job Search… Expedited
Nothing makes you start your job search quicker than the words, “We are going to have to let you go”
T.G.I.F.
It has been a while since I have so desperately looked forward to a Friday.
Reservation for “Date Night” have been made for Park & Orchard. Fortunately their chefs are much better than their web designers. I am so looking forward to getting out and having an an adult conversation. Perhaps it will be a cure for all my Disney posts.
Work is making me miserable. I really need to start a full court press in finding something new. I have been dragging my heals to ensure I get my full service time where I need it to get my next 18 Paid Days Off (they don’t “do” sick days here, it is one big blob of days for vacation, sick, personal). I rolled 10 days over from last year, so that gives me a month bumper for the changeover which is nice. Although I really could have used a day or two for mental health, especially right after the holidays.
My apologies to those that I owe cookies to. Tonight, LatteGirl and I are baking for sure, and the packages will be out to you tomorrow. Things have just been crazier than a Republican trying to cover up his ties to the K Street Project.
I should be back to regular posting (maybe even with some substance) next week.
“Date Night” at Latte House
TheWife and I are going out on a “date” this weekend. Amazingly, it has been two years since we have done anything without LatteGirl.
And to be honest we have not told her yet. One of her evil powers charms, is her ability to make us feel guilty for going out. And that is when it is ONE of us that is going out. She is going to freak when she finds out that we are both going out {{gasp}} without her. Hopefully this will be tempered by the fact that she will get to spend the evening with her Aunt.
I am hoping she is going to be better about this now than she was THEN, but I am not banking on it. Her vocabulary has increased dramatically (gee, nothing gets by me, huh?), but so has her conning skills. For example, we have spent the last couple of weeks trying to get her back sleeping in her own bed… alone. We have been making good strides. But when TheWife brought up the idea of her sleeping alone last week she replied, “I’m not ready. I am still still a child, and an impressionable one.” (Where the he** did she come up with “impressionable”?)
So, I am both thrilled and nervous. We are not telling her until Saturday. At least that is the plan at the moment.
I swear this is NOT the Disney Blog
But I am going to take moment (yet again) to comment on the House of Mouse.
A while back after the release of Chicken Little, I commented that after the disasters that were Valiant
Well, it comes as no surprise to me that today it was announced that Disney acquires Pixar.
Of course that will now cause Steve Jobs to become a member of Disney’s board of directors. But maybe the man who engineered the rise of the iPod, can help bolster the sagging House that Walt built.
Yes… Disney… Again
Tonight, as I toil away at work, TheWife (Formerly DietCokeWife before she swore off soda), and LatteGirl (no she doesn’t drink it, but has the energy of an over caffeinated person), will be heading off to Disney on Ice, Princess Classics.
It is one of those things that being a father makes me think entirely too much. No not about Princesses and such. About whether or not I am a good father. On the one hand, I am sad that I will miss the opportunity to attend something like this with my daughter. She always has such a blast at shows like these, and as I said some posts back, her cheerfulness is highly infective. Just being around her when she gets that excited could cheer up just about anybody.
But then there is the flip side. The side that says I need to work to help pay for things like this. The side that says, it is a girl thing and it SHOULD be a mother-daughter thing. And the one that actually somewhat gnaws at me when I think about it… The side that says, “Thank Goodness it is a Mother-Daughter thing” and I do not have to attend this “girly thing.” It is not something that I can even feign to enjoy. I have smiled through several renditions of Sesame Street Live and several other shows. But I really wanted nothing to do with attending this show. Most of the time these shows are on weekends, and I can deal with it. But to have to rush home from NYC, to hurry out to see Disney on Ice, just seemed like a recipe for disaster.
TheWife is more than happy to have the Mother-Daughter event. LatteGirl was a bit disappointed that I “couldn’t” go. And when she looks up at me with those eyes, and SAD eyes, because I will not be going, it just tears my heart out. I still don’t want to go, but I feel like such a cad.
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