One of the great things about blogging is meeting people – electronically that is – from all around the world.
Imagine my surprise when I realized a fellow blogger who I’ve been following for over a year now is practically my neighbor. Yes Jackie of Ambling and Rambling is a fellow Bergen County resident.
She has been married to Fang (an homage to the late, great Phyllis Diller) for almost 25 years. They have a teenage daughter, “Fangette”, for whom she has little patience, but great love. What parent of an adolescent can’t say the same?
Jackie has been in the service industry for thirty-two years. She has worked in all types of establishments. These days she is at a steak house where she splits her time between serving and bartending.
Ambling and Rambling focuses on the trials and tribulations of being in a long-term relationship, raising a teenager, and working in the service industry. Her perspective is often funny and insightful.
Make sure to check out Ambling and Rambling.
I’m tired of snow!
I’m sick of all the extra work snow involves. I’m of the opinion that something as simple as retrieving the mail shouldn’t require crampons — not in the wilds of suburban New Jersey, anyway. Don’t even get me started on the shoveling. Or the ice-covered everything. Winter wonderland, my patootie!
While I’m not too old to enjoy a little cold weather fun, I’m not sure that sliding down my driveway on my hind end, owing to the fact that we don’t actually own crampons would fall into that category. I’m getting pretty good at it, though and have come to call it “driveway surfing.”
In fact, I’ve grown so proficient at it that I’ve been giving some real consideration to petitioning for its inclusion in the next Olympic Winter Games. I’ll have to come up with rules, a scoring system, and money for bribes of course. However, the work involved and the financial considerations will be small prices to pay for indulging my gold medal dreams.
Sure, rock salt would eliminate the need for hanging ten on the driveway, and rumors of its existence abound. For something that in any other year has always been an abundant and readily available substance, procuring such has proven as elusive here in 2014 as finding a Cabbage Patch doll was in 1983. When driveway surfing becomes, as I suspect it will, all the rage, I will undoubtedly be grateful that the shortage of this product made it all possible. Invention being the mother of necessity and all that.
Working has been a challenge, as well — and an unprofitable one at that. Members of the general public, not to mention the majority of my co-workers, do not seem to share my level of commitment for getting to the restaurant.
As if going to work and coming away without any financial remuneration isn’t, in and of itself, enough to make anyone a mite cranky, the expectation that while I’m there — because I’m there — I will do cleaning projects is enough to send me round the proverbial bend. I’d rather pick nits out of ferrets.
Ferret grooming aside, there is very little that I enjoy participating in less — even in my own home — than cleaning. I clean the hovel because I have to. Unlike my bosses at work, I don’t have any members of the slave labor force hanging about that I can press into service. My teenager, not surprisingly, has better things to do.
Luckily, I maintain low standards for cleanliness. Still, household tasks don’t do themselves! Over the years my enthusiasm for this nonsense has given way to a general sense of ennui. Truthfully, I was never all that enthusiastic about cleaning to begin with. To be honest, I have always greeted tasks like mopping the floors, doing the dishes, and sanitizing the bathroom with about as much fervor as I would a trip to the lobotomist. (And don’t think THAT hasn’t been suggested!)
I finally arrive at work wetter and colder than I generally like to be due to a few practice runs of driveway surfing and trudging through hip-deep snow. At that point, I can’t get excited over the prospect of scrubbing shelves, relocating supplies, and spit-polishing equipment. It’s childish, I know, but in my head I’m stamping my feet, balling up my fists, and shaking my head back and forth while tearfully screaming, “I don’t wanna clean!!!!”
It’s all I can do to keep this immature and unseemly behavior contained in fantasy world. I’m convinced that the sole reason I’m able to keep it from spilling forth into the real world is how embarrassed I would feel after such a meltdown. It’s really no way for a future gold medalist to conduct herself.
I’ve discovered a way out, though. For years I’ve observed others successfully employ this method. I’ve always subscribed to the theory that “A job worth doing is worth doing well.” So, I could never bring myself to participate in the kind of subterfuge that I am now wholeheartedly embracing. Unlike the positive attitude I’ve adopted where driveway surfing is concerned, I’m doing the bare minimum in the area of workplace cleaning. And, I’m doing it well.
I’m happy to report that I’ve calculated my laziness score to be 8 out of a possible 10. I think that’s pretty good for a novice!
Great way to tell a tale combining our dreaded weather with the majesty of the winter Olympics, Larry! Like everyone, I’m sick of the winter, too. And, yet, my oldest son is a “National Weather Forecaster,” who LOVES this weather! This winter has been a dream come true for him. Thanks to you, Larry, I’m going to turn my television on tonight to catch a bit of the Olympics!
Wow – your son must be in his glory!
It actually was a guest post. I’m glad you liked it. I did too!
Thanks for sharing some blog space with me, Larry! If you ever need a good meal and some perfunctory service, you know where to find me! ~ Jackie
I’m glad you accepted my offer to guest.
Your offer is tempting. I think I might stick to the drink. It’s on you – right?
Of course! 🙂
Overall I think you’re doing really well considering there is no rock salt to be found, we are all tearing our hair out and ar being generally outraged and depressed over this ridiculous weather.
Fun post with a lot of truth to it. When does spring start? Allegedly?
So glad the system finally let me in. It’s a wonderful piece, Larry. On the one hand, I feel fully identified with your reluctance to do the chores. The lobotomy hyperbole is hilarious and yes, I’ve heard of variations on that too. The funny thing is that you and many others are fed up with the snow, which we hopelessly yearn for but will never have. People in this country take long, costly trips to our snowy areas next to the Andes to “enjoy” what you complain about. We hate our blazing summers and humid winters whose temperatures never rise to a true wintry status, all of which takes us back to “the grass grows greener on the other side.”
Marta — The grass truly is “greener on the other side”! Still, we suffer through stifling summers and horrible winters. As an added bonus, we get to do it all here in New Jersey! Sometimes I ask myself, “Why? Why do I live here.” There is no easy answer to that!
I’m glad you liked the lobotomy comment! I liked it, too! 🙂
You follow good bloggers, Larry. Although the subject matter is making me chilly. I may have to go turn the AC down.
You’re killing me! 🙂
Thanks for reading. I’m happy you enjoyed it!
Thanks. I assume you count yourself as one. I would.
I really can’t relate to the snow comments because it is completely foreign to me. I’ll be 45 in May and I can count on both hands the number of times I have been in the snow and on one hand the number of times I have shoveled it.
Wow! Where do you live?