I met up with CG for lunch today and it went well. I got there about 5 minutes before her class started walking down the hall to the cafeteria. Despite bringing her lunch, as expected, she opted to buy lunch once she saw me so that she could show me how she uses the keypad to put in her code. Cafeteria lunches? Just as crappy today as they were when I saw a kid. Seriously. Fishsticks and a hashbrown = seafood basket? I don’t think so! However, CG gobbled it down along with the milk and coleslaw. She also ate part of my lunch (which was her packed lunch), drinking the juice, eating 1/4 of the sandwich and all of the cookies. Me? I got 3/4ths of a sandwich and a couple bites of applesauce.
I noticed a few things about this whole kindergarten thing:
1) 10 of 12 girls brought their lunch.
2) 10 of 12 boys bought their lunch.
3) None of the girls talked to the other girls.
4) All of the boys talked to each other.
5) That place is run like a well-oiled machine – we were in and out of that lunch room in 20 minutes and that included the walk in, the wait in line, the eating, the returning of trays and the walking to class.
CG asked if I would come every day, and I told her I would love to, but couldn’t. I followed up saying that perhaps once a month I’d come have lunch with her, and that Daddy could also come once a month. She seems content with that.
When I got back to the office I found a VM from Mr. BIL saying that his HVAC guy was doing work at the house and that since Mr. BIL was in his meeting he may need me to go by his house to give payment to the HVAC dude and lock up the house. Sure enough, five minutes later the HVAC called me and said he was done. So I popped down to get the credit card and housekey from our receptionist and drove over to Mr. BIL’s townhouse. I don’t know Charlotte very well (I pretty much drive to work and back home – that’s it), so I had never been in that area before and almost drove right past his place. It was only the HVAC truck that made me realize I had the right spot.
After signing on the bottom line and sending HVAC Man on his way, I went in and locked up the house. From what little I saw it is a BEAUTIFUL townhome – having an interior decorator for a girlfriend has paid off. *lol* Besides her obvious handiwork in decorating, the hardwood floors he had redone before moving in are lovely, the crown molding around the high ceilings throughout the main floor is decadent and his choices in paint color are fantastic. Just a really beautiful place to live.
By the time I got back to the office it was just after 2:30 p.m. and I felt like my whole day escaped me even though I was only gone a little more than two hours when my lunch trip was included. Mr. BIL came up from his meeting and said, “Okay, I’m off!”
“To where?” I asked.
“To let the HVAC guy go home.”
“Uh, I just came back from there.”
“You DID?”
“Yep.”
“I am so sorry – I didn’t mean for you to have to go. That’s VERY rare that I make an assistant do something like that.”
“No biggle.”
I much prefer doing things like that over paying personal bills for my boss (which I had to do at my old job in NJ).
I remember at my junior high school the hallways were redolent with the combined smells of sauerkraut and baked haddock that would last for days.
“Fishsticks and a hashbrown = seafood basket?”
When you mentioned “Seafood Basket” yesterday, I thought Lobster, Crab Cakes and the like. I was like “fancy place they have there”. Also, I think you meant to say “Tater-Tots” not Hashbowns.
“None of the girls talked to the other girls.”
If that is the case, then who do they talk too? Do they just all sit alone in a corner? Maybe CG is the Ring Leader and since she was having lunch with you, the other girls felt lost.
I love to run personal errands for my boss. Love it. My Dream Job would to be a Personal Assistant to someone rich and powerful.
That is all.
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Ace – it was most definitely one large single hashbrown – similar to what you get at McDonalds. And I certainly didn’t think it would be lobster, but I expected more than fishsticks.