“Sasha Help”*
Take for instance, when I heard it last night. I was fixing tonight’s dinner (organic vegan sloppy joe mix. Yum. Maybe. Probably not.), a batch of dog food (yes, I’ve given up and just started making my own for Kerrygirl. She lost serious weight on the commercial food.), and doing a few loads of laundry while Sasha was sitting on his little potty for 5 minutes.
I felt all panicky and ran to where I heard the little voice and saw….
- Him holding the little plastic receptacles and trying to walk over to the potty to empty it himself.
- Naked.
- With a poop still stuck to his butt.
- Sloshing urine and feces everywhere.
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Recompete season is upon us again.
This time I feel more secure and am not worried about getting laid off.
What am I doing? Looking at government jobs. I’m more than tired of dealing with the hassle of being this situation.
I can see the benefits to the client, for sure. But it’s something that wears on you after being in it for a decade or so. Eventually, I think I'd like more stability.
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*keeping in mind of course, Sasha is not his real name and just a placeholder. And that it needs to be his specific cadence of speech which is…unique. I’ve heard a lot of toddlers speak, and I haven’t heard his specific one yet. I need to find the musical transcription of the way every. Single. Sentence. Is spoken…
1 comment:
Man! That painted a lovely picture for me to read about while eating lunch. ;-) Potty training is so much fun, isn't it?
You want something more stable, govvie job is the way to go. I also get very sick of being the consultant/contractor. Someday, I plan to move to a software company again...
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