Jeez, this morning. I happened to glance at my work email before I came in, which was good because my wine got delivered and I found out in time to drive rather than take the bus. So I got here and immediately headed around the building to the loading dock, got to the spot where you're supposed to swipe your badge to get past the arm thingy and realize I don't have my badge. Look in my purse, look in my lunch bag, not there, turn around and go home to look for it. It only takes a few minutes to get home, so this is fine. I get home and dash inside to grab the badge - it's not where it's supposed to be. I stand inside the door staring around blankly trying to think where it could possibly be, I know I came directly home yesterday so there's no reason for it to be anywhere unusual, I try to think back to coming home yesterday and imagine taking off my badge, bring up my hand to my neck, and I've been wearing the damn thing THE WHOLE TIME.
So, anyway, back to work, pick up my wine, deliver the empty box and packing materials I promised my coworkers, turn on my computer, get ready to put my lunch in the fridge and get my coffee but before I can do those vital tasks the fire alarm goes off.
No fire, apparently, we are all back inside and I now have coffee, but actually getting into work mode is a challenge.
OMG, Todd! I had totally forgotten about the Help Wanted Men/Women breakdown. You are correct. What we take for granted has changed a lot.
My mother born in 1921 and married in 1944 never worked for pay after the boys came home after WWII. When the 4 kids all were finished school she figured she would get a job. Never crossed her mind it would be an issue. My dad had a fit! He said she would shame him to his friends because he wasn't providing for his family or some such. My mom and sibs were shocked at his attitude, but it was not going to be changed, and never was. She still threatens to go get a job, but since she doesn't drive anymore we don't take her seriously.
May the rest of your day be calm and uneventful,-t.
My mother went back to work for pay once both kids were in school all day in 1970. She was part-time for quite a while, and staying home to take care of the kids was a given. The matter was given to us kids as mom not being alone in the house all day every day, and, well, the extra income can buy some extras for the family.
Not an issue that I was aware of -- on the other hand, I was about 8, and my parents were fairly big on don't-tell-the-children.
Oh! ms belle, did you still want poetry things tweeted?
I have no idea what my mother did after I, the youngest, went off to school. She was the treasurer for our church, but she didn't do any work outside the home.
My mom went to business college in the 50s and got a steady job as an office manager for the Boy Scouts that she worked at for 38 years. Even before Dad became disabled she was often the primary breadwinner of the family, and her head for bookkeeping meant she always handled the family's finances.
My mother got a graduate degree from Harvard in 1954, went to work in Japan, got married in 1960 and stopped working. As she had children, and it was tough to make ends meet she tells me she used to think, "why doesn't he (my father) get a second job." Right after that she usually declares herself an indiot and wonders who stole her brain.
My mom didn't work for pay after she had kids. Even when I was a kid, my parents always referred said "we decided that she wouldn't pursue that" rather than saying she didn't have to work or shouldn't or anything like that.
Another department decided to give us all smoothies today, so that's pretty sweet. And I think I heard there are nachos somewhere. Today is looking up.
Today is looking up.
Seems only fair, it was a rough start
