We are continuing to do our best to live in the fish bowl. We have another Open House scheduled for Sunday and are praying hard that someone decides to make us an offer that we can't refuse! Nonna may be on the unemployment line in a few months as everyone in her department has to apply for other jobs within the company. Her department is going away. This is the fifth time she will have been involved in this type of shuffle and let me tell you, working for Corporate America is NOT easy.
I think we all like to believe that our company values us and our input and when it comes to turning us out to pasture we hope that they will give us dignity and respect as they are escorting us out the door with our things. Many big companies no longer have any place for this type of courtesy and you get downsized or reorganized out the door when it is too late to get another job. At almost 64 years old, who is going to give her another chance?
We did have a horrible case of lice in our home that left me pretty frustrated. The school knew it was going around and even sent one of the kids in my daughter's class home. You would think a courtesy letter sent home telling us about it would be the standard procedure, but no, I hear about it from my kid. Then, the unthinkable, I find the creepy-crawlers in her hair. (I should mention she has almost waist length hair)
So, off to Walgreen's to buy lice killer, douse the child in pesticides then spend hours and hours combing all of the bugs and nits out of her hair. Luckily she only had a few bugs, but they were busy laying their super-sticky eggs in my daughter's thick hair. I was ready to get out the scissors and cut it all off but then she started crying so I patiently kept working.
A week later, I'm out of town in Austin and a call from the school sending her home. Daddy got the luxury of repeating this process <GIGGLE>. Not that I would wish that torture on my daughter again, but her dear Daddy was less than sympathetic when I mentioned it to him. Take that!!!
It has been a week since then and every morning/afternoon/evening we do head checks on everyone - well, everyone except the Hubby because he is bald. Tee hee...