Nothing Deep Today I tend
Thu., July 24, 04:57 PM
Nothing Deep Today
I tend to read diaries for a while before I make them favorites. If the writer doesn’t update regularly, I’m not always sure I want to add them. And sometimes I add them because they don’t update regularly. There are some really good diaries that I added just so I’ll know when they’ve written.
So I recently added a couple of new diaries to my buddy list, and then I waited for the red notification. And two of them had updated to say … they wouldn’t be writing for a while. It’s enough to make one paranoid!
The women’s question this week was, “What is your dream car?” My reaction was, “What a frivolous question!” I’ve been driving my little Civic for almost twelve years now, ever since U.D. totaled my Sentra. (No, that one wasn’t her fault.) But the Civic is dependable, economical, and easy to drive. And it’s dark blue with a cute little racing stripe. What else do I need?
Then, I realized what my answer should be, and I sent it to the editor. It led the pack in this morning’s paper.
Kitt had features that were amazing then but commonplace now: an audio reminder, a global positioning system, and internet access. But best of all, the star had a choice between driving it or letting the car drive itself.
What a boon that would be for people who are no longer capable of driving because of age or illness. They would no longer have to choose between the dangers of driving or having to rely on someone else to drive!
Corvette indeed.
Bosslawyer is away at Boy Scout camp this week, and we’re on shortened hours. I did my five hours today – that’s it for the week. Y’know, I could get used to this really easily.
I had lunch yesterday with Vee, a lady that I worked with many years ago. Like me, she has long since given up the idea that she will ever have a job again, but she did try in the beginning. One interview gave rise to a really terrific quote.
The interviewer was about twenty-two, as Vee puts it, feeling all special in her “first power suit.” And eventually she asks the Big Question: “Will it make you uncomfortable to work for a much younger woman?” Out loud, of course, Vee said it would not be a problem. And inside she was thinking, “you little sh--, I’ve got shoes older than you.” Probably, she says, her eyes reflected her thought, because she didn’t get the job.
It has occurred to me since – wish I could have said it to a couple of people – that the answer to the Big Question is: “The real question is whether you would be uncomfortable supervising an older woman.” Because if the answer is no, they have no reason not to accept you; and if the answer is yes, you’ve got a case for age discrimination. Maybe I’ll remember it in my next life…
