I find my mind spent today. It would seem that Nanny days are just not meant to be blog days, but I'll give it a gallant try. I had the boys again today and stopped over to see how Mr. Joe was recuperating. I think he was doing quite well, until there were 2 screaming boys in the house (and No I wasn't one of them). After failed attempts of quiet conversation, we were asked in the most courteous of ways to leave. "It wasn't really necessary for you to come over" doesn't sound too welcoming does it. We then headed to Greenlawn, where the boys were at 1st entertained by "pops'. You know those little exploding firecrackers you throw on the ground. If you don't then maybe you should reconsider this blog, it might be too advanced for you. Well that entertained them for 10 minutes. The tragedies of tragedies occured when they found out that the construction in the upstairs hall blocked them from playing Wii, the video game. Well that made for 2 very inhospitable children. Over the next few hrs. the question "Can we play yet" rang like Klaxon blaring every 5 minutes. Finally, Nana (My favorite mother, One of God's graces I only have 1) arrived to go to K-mart. The woman will spend 20 dollars in gas to use a 50 cent coupon. Actually we went shopping for shoes until the "I want this, it's only $48" echoed the store. It was a time for a time-out. After 10 minutes well spent, I tried the lecture you give a six year old. "There are kids in Ethopia without food" didn't work. "There are kids without shoes walking to school" didn't work. "There are sick kids who would love to have what you have" didn't work. Eureka, "Ask again and I'll smack your behind" worked. Quiet time was over. Well by the time they left I was done for the day.
On a brighter note, I spoke to Tom of the Detroit Sciclunas, and he is scheduled to fly to Denver to meet new beau Paul's family. It was kind of cute to hear how nervous he was. But I reassured him with their age differences, he'll have so much in common with Paul's parents. Paul is a sweet centered stewardess. Excuse me, Flight attendant (but that rolls off the tongue like washroom attendant, and they both usually treat me the same way). Paul has a sarcastic, sharp, biting, quick witted sense of humor, which of course I don't get, but he still gets the J2 seal of approval. "If you hurt Tom, I have guns" was a great ice breaker.
I also received a phone call from Holland America corporate offices. They assured me that the company does not in any way condone the way we were treated. Though there is no written policy, since they assumed the employees would just know to do the right thing. Mr. Greg Craig (yes that is his name) stated that a policy will now be written and any sensitivity training needed to be given will be done. I asked for a copy of the new policy, and a letter to reflect our conversation. I should receive both of those promptly, so lets all hold our breath at the same time. Ready, Go! I actually was impressed with the personal phone call and they have bought themselves one week before my poison pen flies.
Please enjoy the following "Love" story
and we'll be talking soon. Tata for now
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