Working Noon To Five

All morning long I've been singing "Dolly Parton's ", Nine to Five song. It's stuck in my head like a mantra. Tim Horton's officially hired me. I begin training tomorrow. The interview went well except for the question as to why I wanted to work at their establishment. It took everything I had not to tell her the truth. You see , if honesty prevailed I would have told her how I overspent on my credit card and instead of just writing me a celestial cheque, God  decided that I should work it off so the message would be permanently imbedded into my thick skull. Thus working for Tim Horton's is my punishment. This would not have gone over very well. Everyone's been very kind and encouraging. I've been told that I suit this line of work because of my friendly disposition. I hope that this is true. I have an adage about growing older. It's the "More miles the less smiles". Watching the lovely ladies work at Timmies reminds me of the movie "Pleasantville." The manager who was very nice cannot ask certain questions. Instead she uses word play to try and get you to talk about your insecurities. She was telling me about one lady who began working for them but forgot to mention that she was on antidepressants and cracked under the pressure. Knowing this, I volunteered the info that she was seeking. Yes, I said , I'm very much all together and stressful situations are a piece of cake for me. Meanwhile I've been up all nights stressing over this lack of anxiety that I'm endowed with. I'ts not like there's any other way around it. I've actually been bored for quite a long time. I've made a necklace out of a T-shirt, polished all the shoes, watched every (descent) movie on Netflicks and organized my closet in color, style and season. My family is pretty much able to thrive on their own. In the last week I've made 3 meals that have been basically ignored. Hubby's been out helping son #1 renovate his new home. Son #2 is going off to the salt mines for 2 months (really just eel fishing, but it's pretty nasty). Son #3 is in school and daughter #2 fends and cooks for herself. Some nights I lie awake and plead with God to not let me go work outside the home. "I'll be good" I say." I'll scrub all the floors without complaint." Deep down I know that this is what I need. If I worked now I could work for a decade before retirement. This actually is on my bucket list. So why all the fuss. I'm old and set in my ways and perhaps a tad lazy. My hubby is very excited about me working. He say's that eventually we can get ahead. I told him that maybe he could get another job (his third). I'm so kind .. Ah working noon till 5, It's enough to drive you crazy if you let it.. It's the little things, like farting in front of customers, or having a hot flash and turning a bright shade of pink  that bothers me. My hubby say's one day at a time. He's right. If God has gotten me to where I am now He will surely take me the rest of the way. Will I fail? maybe.. but hopefully in the failing I will learn another valuable lesson. Life is all about growing and learning. Staying home is all about not leaving the nest and the comfort zone. So my friends, say a little prayer for me and until we meet again.
Tumble outta bed and I stumble to the kitchen
Pour myself a cup of ambition
And yawnin', stretchin', try to come to life

Jump in the shower and the blood starts pumpin'
Out on the streets, the traffic starts jumpin'
With folks like me on the job from 9 to 5

Workin' 9 to 5, what a way to make a livin'
Barely gettin' by, it's all takin' and no givin'
They just use your mind and they never give you credit
It's enough to drive you crazy if you let it

The Best Of Times

Today, as I was folding yet another basket of clothing I had a most brilliant revelation.  How many 50something year old"s have the privilege to care for 3 young people and to be able to watch them grow.  Not a day goes by without a hug or a round house kick (a thing son #2 and I share) "It's complicated". I can't let the Alzheimer creeper into my life I've got much to much going on. I need to know a little math, a little Science, a little literature. I must have the mind to shop and cook for 5 different appetites. Yesterday was another story. I was having a little pity party. You know the kind without the balloons or chips and pop. Even with internal help I'm still not able to get into Tim Horton"s. You'd almost think that someone was trying to close the doors on this venture. Sometimes I feel like I've been left out of the loop. Lost somewhere in an unknown galaxy. It's been mommy daycare for 30 some years give or take a few. I've been thinking of going to the department of Family Affairs and giving them my invoice. Then again, being a mom is the most rewarding job on the planet.  In the end will I remember each and every meal I cooked? I don't think so. Yet, those meals helped my kids to grow healthy and strong.( Joe Louis' excluded. ) Will they remember every smile and encouraging word spoken? Doubt it. Yet, the love will carry on to a new generation. I'm really grateful to have been entrusted with this task. I know there have been trying times and I've failed over and over again. My hubby bless his heart has been helping #1 son with his new home. He's also been driving #2 son back on forth from exams and encouraging him along the way. In between he's fixing computers and walking the dog. One day, my kids will be gone. Our home and car will be paid for. We'll be able to go out to restaurants and maybe see the East Coast. My house will be spotless and I'll have new towels. Sounds great right ? NOT... Sounds sad and lonely to me. If I can stand back for just a moment I would have to stay that this is indeed the Best of Times. "Ohana" means family in Hawaii. A house is just a house until you have a family inside of it then it's a home. Well, I must go and clean, this time I will be singing a happy tune. Happy Trails to all of you and enjoy your day to the fullest. :)