My grandson, Craig, is 21 and has had a lot of jobs. Right now he is working in a stone landscaping place. It is hard, physical work. He lifts and breaks stones all day. I don't know how he does it.
Although compared with raising children, which has been my life's work, he at least has time to think and gets a lunch break. Also, he works only 8 hours a day. A mom works all day till the kids go to bed. Yes! Let's hear it for the moms! We are all suffering from Post-Traumatic Stress Syndrome. No, I am not bitter.
Back to my subject: His last job was with a stucco company. The problem with that job was the work was out of town a lot and the company wouldn't pay for your gas or time to get there. With the price of gas and a gas-guzzling truck, Craig got sick of that. Also, the guy promised him a raise after three months and never gave it to him.
Now, the stucco guy is calling Craig and begging him to come back to work for him with a raise. Craig feels good about that, but he lost his license AGAIN so he can't go back, and Mom and Grandma have to drive him around. (Give me strength!) But we love him. He's a keeper. (The laws for new drivers are very strict here. All he did was have too many people in the car with him.)
I have told you before about some of Craig's job interviews, but I heard a new story today.
Interviewer: "Do you know simple math?"
Craig: "Yes."
Interviewer: "What's 9 times 6?"
Craig: He hesitates, "24?"
Interviewer: Stares at him.
Craig: "32?"
He didn't get the job. When he told Christine about this he said, "Yep, I can hit a rock with a hammer, but don't ask me any math questions!"
