Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Job Opening

After my refusal to turn the Tank's inside-out Darth Vader costume the right way, the Tank walked over to me, frustrated and irritated. Then, in his most Donald like voice, told me, "Mom you're FIRED!"

I was shocked, "Fired? You can't fire me, I'm the boss!"

"Fine. Then you're grounded," quipped the Tank.

I couldn't help but laugh, "Sorry, can't ground me either."

Annoyed the Tank asked, "Why?"

"For the same reason you can't fire me...I'm the boss!"

Totally unsatisfied by my answer, the Tank demanded a new boss.

Seeing as how I don't know many people willing to take on my troops, at least not without reinforcements, I was feeling pretty confident in my job security. I even agreed to help the Tank create a job posting.

Mom Wanted.
Job Duties include but are not limited to:
Must ensure that all our costumes are turned right side out at all times, especially Darth Vader. Must be able to locate all our toy's missing limbs, on demand; and must be able to successfully reattach them them. Must let us eat what we want, when we want, even though it has been proven that we turn into Gremlins, when fed after 8pm. No bed times, EVER! Not to worry though, we've never stayed up for more than 18 hours straight.

After reviewing his want ad, the tank wanted to know what I was going to do with it.

"Well, I guess we should post it, and see if we have anyone interested in the job," I told him.

It's been about a month and The Tank is still awaiting his first applicant.