Yesterday I went for an interview for a job that, although wasn’t a job that I would normally go for, was nevertheless, a job. It seemed like a pleasant place to work and I gave it my best. As usual, I won’t hear until next week, but then, that is better then some interviews that I have been to and then never heard a peep from the interviewer again.
Tatiana knew about the interview and made me promise to tell her how it went, which I did, thinking that it went pretty well, considering it was done entirely in my rusting French. But the reply from Tatiana scared me witless:
“Well, if it went fine great! And you can’t do any better so…. If you want to call me you can.”
The girl is taking over and has even started using expressions that I use when the children sit an exam or something – “did you do your best? Then there’s no need to worry because you can’t do better than that.” This growing up lark is beginning to take over and I feel like the child now. Perhaps it means that I’ve done a good job so far, although there’s a lot of work to be done on Todd who is only excellent when his alpha-male kicks in. Or whatever it is.
Now. How do I train my daughters to tell me when they’re eating at home or not?
Update: I received a job rejection yesterday and the director at the job that I went for in this post called me today saying that I was amongst the top three candidates – but they chose someone who can speak Flemish as well. I feel like giving up.
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Dom marched me to the bathroom and put a plaster on my finger the other day. She also gives good advice. when did the change over happen? I ask myself.
I don’t worry about meals with Dom as she cooks a lot if she’s home.
Olivier lets me know – when it’s too late.
This is a very annoying stage as far as I recall ….. they try and reverse roles and still retain the ‘hotel’ attitude …… actually, thinking about it, I might have done this with my Mum up to sometime in her 70′s …. oh well, what goes around etc etc etc
I think Tatiana meant that from now on it’s not in your hands anymore ..
Which reminds me that I have learned to tell the interviewer that I applied for another job at he same time and would think about both, if they come through with an offer.
Remember vaguely my youth and my mother knew that I couldn’t tell her if I would be home for dinner, because I was hoping until the last hour that I would have another interesting date or so.. And the freezer or some leftovers would do if I did show up. No stress, no guilty feelings..
Speaking as a daughter who’s trying to get her [ahem] rather stubborn mother to be obedient, if you try rebelling, let me tell you, it’s not going to work.
We only get more determined.
It’s simple: if they don’t tell you, they don’t eat. You prepare just enough food for you and whoever has told you they would be there. Don’t keep stuff like cold cuts or frozen dinners around (or buy only the ones the girls don’t like). The girls will either starve, learn to cook, learn to budget for restaurants or carry out, OR tell their mother when they’ll be eating dinner with her!
I totally agree with Guyana Gyal. You need to try and get into their mindset somehow and be clever.
Keeping my fingers crossed for you
Well, you could start letting her pay the bills now . . .
Funny…my mum always said that to me. It didn’t matter what my results were at school. Maybe I can blame her for that too…hmmm.
Yar! Happy Talk Like a Pirate Day!
Thanks Jafer – it’s one day that I could do without though
Impossible task.Better to know what can be changed and what can not.Asked youngest where he would be travelling to next, he’s on his hitchhiker’s odyssey , he replied “read my blog”.If he loses his bankcard again, I strongly advise him not to call me.Read my frowns.
Why not teaching english at Berlitz ?? Then you can also /secretely have private students (on the side..)for a higher fee, but still less than the school.That’s how I met my French husband and we got maried 3 month’s later
The next step is to get then to cook for you.
Re job nil desperandum. Something will turn up.
So sorry to hear of the rejection.
Top 3 is not bad, and to actually get a call is very good – perhaps if No. 1 doesn’t work out…
…or pretending you can speak Flemish. Involves a lot of throat clearing, I gather…