Heh, heh! The mail these days is better than a sitcom. A NEW sitcom, anyway. Not better than the classics.
Today (Saturday, Jan 23), Farmer H got his letter of permission from his insurance / medicare saying his shot in the neck was approved! The shot in the neck that he had on Tuesday, Jan 19. I guess it wasn't VITAL to his treatment. The date on the letter was Jan 7. So it only took two weeks to get here! I asked Farmer H if he thought I should save the letter.
"Nah. I'm pretty sure they'll send me another one for the second treatment."
Well. Good luck on getting THAT one before you get shot! I guess the office had an efficient gal who picked up the phone and verified Farmer H's eligibility.
That's just the "B" story in our little real-life post office sitcom. The "A" story is even better!
When I got the mail out of EmBee's gaping metal mouth, I glanced through it. The AT&T bill. I think it's timely. I paid it around this time last month. What I'm really waiting on are the two electric bills. There was some junk mail wanting to sell Farmer H life insurance. Heh, heh! Don't tempt me! Something from our investment company. An official tax document. And an oversized dark-blue postcard that I assumed was an offer from a casino.
Nope. Not from a casino. It was a generic postcard with no special addressee, proclaiming that THE POST OFFICE IS HIRING! Heh, heh! My ribs grow sore from enjoying this sitcom. Farmer H has been spouting off quite frequently that The Pony should apply for state jobs and also a post office job! I couldn't wait to get home and show that to The Pony. I had to lead up to it though. You can lead The Pony to a post office flyer, but you can't make him apply.
"Oh. Pony. I have a scratcher for you. And I also have something else from the mail. I don't want you to take it the wrong way. It will probably make you mad..."
I took both to him, while he was sitting in Farmer H's chair, due to Cagney & Lacey recording on his TV between 3:00 and 4:00. I gave him the flyer first. The Pony snorted. Turned it over. Looking to see if it was addressed to him, I think. It was not.
"See? The post office IS hiring! It says rural carrier. That would actually be the perfect job for you. You get up and go sort your mail, then take it out on your route. You work alone. The faster you get done, the faster you're done! The rest of the day is yours. I was on that register. I guess you take the tests online these days. I had to go take it at Bill-Paying Town High School on Saturdays. I got several notices to call for an interview. I had two interviews about it. It's the merit system. The higher you score on the test, the higher you are on their list to interview. Veterans get 5 bonus points added to their ranking, I think. Anyway, it's a good job, with benefits. Something to do while you look for a career job that you want."
"I know, Mother. You don't have to keep telling me."
"I love you more than anything, Pony. But we're coming up on a year in May. Don't forget, I worked at CASEY'S for minimum wage. With a Master's Degree. A job is a job."
Not sure if The Pony was picking up what I was laying down. I told him to leave that flyer on the table by the TV remote. I hope Farmer H saw it! He's gone to the auction now, but I'll find out tomorrow.
6 comments:
If The Pony had to pay rent and pay his own bills, he'd snap up that job quick smart. Like my brother says, you do what you have to to put food on the table even if you don't like or want that particular job.
I worked a supermarket checkout, something I'd promised myself I would NEVER do, for twelve years, until the kids were safely independent earners.
You could mention that he will have his own money in his own pockets and won't need to rely on you for pocket money.
You may have to put your foot down lest he still be living in the triangle tub and eating your food at age 40.
He should get a job at Pizza Hut. I don't know about them, but I know at Imo's, when Da-Boy worked for Imo's, we got pizzas for half-price.
When I worked at DQ, if you made a "mistake," you put it in the walk-in and you could eat it later. I made a lot of mistakes... and as strange as it seems, all the mistakes I made ended up being hot fudge sundaes.
They could pay him in pizza and breadsticks...
River,
Yes. Farmer H has sometimes held two jobs at once (though not while married to me). I spent a year working in an insurance salvage store, as cashier, and also on the floor, handwriting prices on items after looking them up in the catalogs of the stores they came from, and marking them half price. Nothing wrong with honest work for minimum wage. The Pony doesn't seem to have a fire in his belly to put food into it on his own!
Farmer H thinks The Pony would be happier if he had someplace to go on a regular basis. You'd think so, but The Pony has always been a homebody. This VIRUS situation doesn't make it any easier to shove him out of the nest.
River 2,
That's what my sister the ex-mayor's wife says!
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Sioux,
Mmm. I like Pizza Hut. Though it's not as good as it used to be. I think they changed something about 10-12 years ago. Or maybe I remember that it used to taste better after half a pitcher of beer 27 years ago...
Seems to me like DQ is only encouraging mistakes! I feel like sometimes, the workers burn the pretzel sticks, then GIVE THEM TO ME, while saving the good replacement pretzel sticks for themselves. That could explain the burnt pretzel stick mystery.
My sister was voted "most likely to succeed" when she was a senior in high school. She recently retired from Walmart. Not management. My Dad always said she succeeded at fooling everyone into thinking she was better than everyone else. She extended this special talent to include her aspirations for her two boys. Her oldest turned 50 last year and has reached the pinnacle of his success by graduating 3 years ago from Pharmacy Technician College. He still lives with his Mama. My Dad would appear to have been right. His daughter lives with her, as well. Oh, the stories I could weave about various members of my family. Feel free to use this story to encourage the Pony about finding employment.
Kathy,
I have a feeling some of Farmer H's tough love is going to be showered upon The Pony over the next couple months, when this VIRUS thing settles down.
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