He finally caught a fish in the lake in our backyard. But, I consider it cheating when he uses this...
...his new fish finder.
I'm still proud of him though even if he had to have a little help.
This morning Micah came up to me and let me know he had a stinky diaper. He's still not verbal about it yet, but he'll nudge me and get my attention and then point to his diaper. It's enough to let me know.
I asked him to go get a pamper and the next thing I noticed was him dragging out the potty chair into the living room and saying "poo poo".
Ok, so to all of the other mothers out there, is it time to start potty training?
I know boys usually develop the sensory skills a little later and I wasn't anticipating trying to start potty training for another 6 months or so. Especially since I bought 2 boxes of diapers yesterday.
I think he's gained interest in the potty only because he sees other children in his daycare class learning to be potty trained. [Micah is the youngest 2 year old in his class.] At this point I think it's just an interest in something new and not a desire to really do it.
In other BIG news: Micah slept in his BIG boy bed last night until 5:15 this morning. At that extremly early hour, he wanted to get in his crib and Dada let him so we could all sleep in...until 8:30!
...He did manage to get everyone in one picture, but there's no real organization to the picture...
...And these are the only two pictures he took of everyone. I suppose he fufilled his obligation, and I've learned my lesson on being more specific.
This is Cameron, Tim and Ashleigh Brinkman's son, with Micah. They came down to Grandpa Deen's house for dinner one night. [Tom and Tim were best friends growing up.] Thankfully Ashleigh was taking pictures at the same time and got their attention, so we have more than just a few random shots.
Either we have an abundance of fungus in our yard or a whole village of smurfs just moved in.
Cons
I weighed my options, at the time it was my only option, and accepted the offer. My start date was the following Thursday (Micah's birthday).
While driving across Arkansas on the Thursday a week before my start date, I received a call from another recruiter. He wanted to know if I would be interested in a position in Little Elm, the community where we live. The commute would be no more than 15 minutes from our house and only a few blocks down from the gym we go to. I bounced around in the car with excitement as he told me all about the opportunity. When we returned to Texas after visiting in Mississippi for the weekend, I had an interview with the company in Little Elm. And, on Wednesday, the day before I started my other job, I had my second interview. Things were moving right along until I found out that the company I was interviewing with needed to post the job internally for a period of time before they could truly consider me for the position.
So, I tried not to get my hopes up, and I went to work for the healthcare group on Thursday.
This is, by far, the worst first day of work I've every experienced. (Mind you that I have only had a hand full of jobs and please don't think I'm being a snot about the working environment I'm about to describe. I wouldn't wish this for anyone, and I'm sorry if you have to put up with this type of job everyday.)
First off my access card didn't work at the gate to the garage. Some nice gentleman got out of his car and walked over to the box and swiped his card so I could go through and quit holding up the line.
Once I made it up to the office, the director of finance met me in the lobby area and walked me around the floor. He wasn't sure where I was supposed to sit nor did they have a desk for me. [Dear employers: if you are extremely eager for someone to start working immediately, at least have a desk for them when they show up]
A half hour or so later, the financial analyst that would be training me showed up and found a desk for me down the isle (about 30 yds)from everyone else. On the up side, it had a window. I put my purse down and tried to get settled in, well, once the analyst pulled up a chair she found for me. The chair was missing a wheel and leaned to one side. I thought to myself, "it can't get much worse...can it?". The analyst showed me around and introduced me to some very sweet people. One jokingly said, "I bet you thought things would be fancy around here since you're working in the Gallaria." Another said, "We're just short of having port-o-potties around here." I was then told about the sewage problem they experienced several months ago in the break room that led to everyone taking the day off to avoid the fumes. The break room was gutted as a result to the problem and was still gutted when I arrived. They had heard of no plans of remodeling. I made a mental note to self: "don't drink the water".
While I was walking around getting to know everyone, the IT guy brought a laptop to my desk to hook to the old, giant monitor that looked like it had been sitting there since 1995. It was a slow computer, but it ran. Afterall, it was only missing one key on the keyboard...the ENTER key.
There were many other thing that happened that day that made me feel less and less comfortable at the job [I cringe every time I think about how many hands I shook that day knowing that there was no soap in the ladies bathroom Thursday or Friday], and I had made up my mind that I wouldn't stay there very long. If I didn't get the job in Little Elm, I was going to keep looking elsewhere.
Although, things started to improve this week: my access card started working in the garage, I got a chair with all of the wheels, and I got a new keyboard; I was still more interested in getting out of there.
Today, I received a call from my recruiter about the Little Elm job and they have extended me an offer and want me to start on Tuesday following Labor day. I'm THRILLED! I accepted right away.
I only had one problem. I had to quit the healthcare group job.
I called Tom, who has been in Houston since Tuesday and will be there until tomorrow night, and discussed the news and made a game plan. I did minimal research on the internet and found a resignation letter that met my situation. I copied and pasted it into Word, printed it out, signed it and walked over to my boss' desk.
The scene:
Me: "Laura, I have something I need to talk to you about. I have decided to leave [anonymous] healthcare group."
Laura: "Fine." (snatches resignation letter and tosses it to the side of her desk)
"Badge. Get Out. Bye."
Me: (Holding back laughter with a look on my face expressing disbelief) "OK"
I gathered my things and walked out.
The End.
I had fully prepared myself to explain that I appreciate the time and effort they put into training me and that it just wasn't working out, but I didn't get a chance. Oh well. Knowing now how she reacted, I am positively-without a doubt-glad I left. I have no regrets. I just couldn't believe how immature she acted. I would never want to work for someone like that.
Let's liken the situation to a couple of 5 year-olds for fun.
The scene:
Me: "Laura, I'm tired of playing at your house and I'm ready to go home."
Laura: "Fine. Give me back my toys. Get out. Bye."
The End
See any similarities?
Let's hope she decides to grow up one day.
On the bright side, I'm excited about my new job and I can't wait to start. It even has perks: I can wear jeans every day, they cover the cost of my gym membership, and they have fresh fruit baskets delivered every week instead of having vending machines. I think things are going to work out just fine at the new job.
I hope everyone has a nice holiday weekend. Mine just turned into a 4-day weekend!
