ask a simple question, you'll get an answer that you has nothing to do with what you're asking, but i thought it was funny, so there's that
My oldest son had a school assignment tonight that required him to interview someone about their job. This is probably the third time this quarter he's had this assignment, but when class time for this particular class apparently often involves watching episodes of Dirty Jobs, I guess I should just be happy he's finally got some homework.
His plan was to interview his dad, but because he's already interviewed him about this matter twice before, and because what the heck am I, chopped liver, I made him interview me. I'm exciting! I'm interesting! Sure, I don't sell tools to the tool-less, but what I do is important, too!
Sort of.
Also, by doing this, I get out of helping with the essay on Andrew Jackson that's also on the homework docket tonight, so take that, big time tool salesman!
Anyway, my son relented, sharpened his pencil, and posed his first question, which was "What was your first job in high school?"
To which I answered - "I was working part time at a five and dime. My boss was Mr. McGee."
He started to write that down on his paper, and I almost let him, but then I started to feel guilty because I didn't want to jeopardize that straight A he's built from watching television, so I corrected him, but I tell ya, if I had the chance to do it all again, I wouldn't change...my answer.
Oh, yes I would. I would have told him exactly what I did at my first job. I worked the diner all day. Working for my man, I brought home my pay. For love.
For love.
Kids today just don't get mah sweet jams.
Labels: OK I worked part time at Target. My boss was Mr. Harms
posted by for a different kind of girl @ 6:13 PM
18 Comments:
Did you work hard for a living, too?
As long as you teach him to do whatever it takes in order to keephis 6-string out of hock, you're doing the right thing.
Give it a shot.
I get your sweet jams and enjoyed them thoroughly!
That answer was "good enough for me and Bobby . . ."
Cuz I'm not so much a Prince fan I went straight for the Joplin seeing that McGee there.
Is that my age showing?
"Seen a lot of pain in Memphis; pumped a lot of flame down in New Orleans. . ."
or, should I say,
"It's been a hard day's night, and I been workin' like a dog. . ."
cuz "She works hard for the money; so hard for the money. . ."
My first grader had to interview 3 people about their jobs. He picked my FIL, my dad and me. His dad was little miffed.
And the fourth time he comes home with this assignment he'll ask...
If he's smart, he'll be taking what you're giving cause you're working for a living.
wish I had a wise lyrical insertion, but Teh Dramaz haz taken mah brainz. glad to see your posting, hope things are better for you. hope they get better for both of us.
HILARIOUS!!
That is awesome. And I wonder how many other parents thought about saying the same thing. I love answering questions in song lyrics or movie quotes. Keep 'em confused!
Quoting Raspberry Beret?
Marry me?
i just want to know if you wore a raspberry beret, my fellow prince fan.
Get this - my first job actually was at a five and dime!! (No Mr. McGee though. In fact, I have no idea what my bosses name was.) I do, however, remember that we had parents who would send their six year old kid inside the store to buy them cigarettes while they waited in the car. Good times.
9 to 5? You make me laugh. I cleaned bathrooms at a hotel. Disgusting.
I can,t sleep at night why dude,i think i am falling in love with you.....lolz
And when you quit work did you throw the coffee at the manager jerk?
(Sorry, that one's outside of the 80s a bit.)
It's no longer that parents don't understand, it's the kids! Do you think your son would have ever got that you were kidding; or worse that his teacher would have known that you were joking?
Post a Comment
<< Home