Paid employees. And part of what I'm supposed to be doing is teaching them basic employee skills. They get evaluations every two weeks, I'm thinking the first one may be a wakeup call.

Plus, some have been in trouble with the law, I don't know for what or how serious. I think they're all good kids, they just lack some basic skills.

Well done, Abby! And well done, Barb, for raising her right.

So now my parents are trying to get my brother and me to come on the five-day vacation portion of the India trip (like with a tour bus and accommodations and food and camel rides and whatever). That was the only part of the trip that seemed somewhat appealing since it was less likely to involve relatives pushing wives on me. But I don't think spending three thousand dollars on a plane ticket for a five-day vacation is really a good deal. If my brother ends up caving, though, then maybe I would go.

In other news, I e-mailed Doctor Girl yesterday and got a response this morning:

I understand your sentiments regarding the whole process. I will also officially continue to refuse as you. I think it's for the best.

So far she seems cool, and at the very least, maybe we could be friends.

I also like to use their names. Throw them right in the middle of a sentence, no emphasis or anything. "So, when addressing this issue, Sherry, we see that..." if you do that without stopping, it can snap them back in without taking a lot of time. I used to also stroll over to the conversing peeps and stand next to them, still without stopping what I was saying.

How are things with your brother and his White devil, P-C?

That's a cool reply, P-C.

Now I'm imagining a sitcom called My Brother and His White Devil....

I would just stop talking and wait. If it gets to be too much, let them know that they will not get paid/ you will add on time to the day in 5 minute increments.

This is what I'd do.

How are things with your brother and his White devil, P-C?

They still haven't met her, and most recently, he got railed out for never spending the night at home and always going back to his apartment on weekends. "Why do you always go back? Do you have something waiting for you at the apartment?" Every time it seems things have gone quiet, it flares up again. And apparently my brother and I are "busier than President Obama or Bush" since we can't pick up the phone or go to India.

That's a cool reply, P-C.

Yeah, I was sort of afraid how she would respond when I laid it out like that.

folded 3 loads of clothes, put another in the dryer, and another in the wash . Also washed the kitchen floor one more time. After cleaning out the cat box.

Sorry guys, but this is what is keeping me on track today