Ha - this is not a post for or about the kids. It's just a humorous thing that happened to me the other day. Well, more like a humorous thing that happened in my presence. I'll take out the specifics but here's the gist...
So, let's say your company was hiring a new employee and you are one of the people who is reviewing and interviewing candidates. Each candidate is brought in for a day long on-site interview that includes a tour, meetings with various people, a presentation, and a lunch. That lunch (by the way) takes place at an awesome restaurant with awesome food.
Well, let's say one of the other people on the interview team is young and energetic; quite fun and a good person to make a potential candidate feel at home. We'll say that person is - oh - an expert in women's issues. Near the end of the lunch for the final candidate, it's revealed that this person is giving a lecture on the role of technology in women's lives throughout history - has it been a good thing, a bad thing, or neither?
The job candidate innocently asks - "well, which is it?" and the team member says that the audience will really need to draw their own conclusions; but there will be many examples. Things like.... clothes dryers, microwaves, and "since we are done eating" - vibrators.
Let's say this launches a lengthy tale of the history of the vibrator - from medical device to sex toy (the 1920's and the advent of distributed porn caused that shift - and vibrators went "underground" so-to-speak).
OMG - awkward much? Illegal? I don't know! I mean, you can't ask a job candidate if they are married but you can give them a history of a vibrator! Hopefully - this candidate is not on twitter because if it had been me - I would totally have tweeted that #crazysexinterview.
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
Friday, March 7, 2014
We Skied - mostly
I have not posted about our ski trip.... So I'll do that now, as I've been too busy to make coherent thoughts about anything profound.
What can I say about skiing?? Oh yeah - it sucks to get an announcement over the loudspeaker that you have to return to ski school for your child. Because, clearly, that means something like a serious accident has occurred.
But - Let me back up.
We went skiing the other weekend with some friends of ours who have slightly older kids, but are not skiers. We signed Allison and Jacob up for ski lessons because it buys Brian and I two hours to go ski on our own, which is just about as much time as we need to hit most of the runs we want to.
So, we dropped the kids off in lessons at 10am. We went clear to the other side of the ski resort to then started working our way, run-by-run, back to the ski school area. This was pretty good for about the first 45 minutes. Then my phone rang. We thought it was Dad (who is recovering from his own run-in with a ski hill). It was a local number. I tried to answer it but my phone died..... too cold.
So, we deduced that it was the ski school and with no other info - we set off to return to the ski area as quickly as possible (including a foray through the trees that Brian later termed "ill-advised"). Clearly there was a crisis!
We ended up back at the base and decided that the ski school office was closer than the yurt (where they meet), so we went there right when our names were being called over the loudspeaker (across the whole ski resort). We said they were looking for us at which point the girl said she didn't have any info, but we were supposed to head to the yurt. Our child was refusing to participate in lessons.
Allison.
So, we showed up at the yurt to find Allison sitting at one of the tables, with no one but a ski instructor and two other girls in there that were clearly not affiliated with her. He had no idea what had happened, except that they were severely understaffed as a bunch of instructors had called in sick and so they had broken the kids down by skill rather than age. This - I guess - led to two problems.
(1) Allison had been required to ride the lift.
(2) She had been separated from her slightly-more-skilled brother.
At this point I left - because my ski binding had broken and (since there was no major crisis) I went to see if the rental shop could repair it (yes). When I returned, Brian and Allison were still sitting there. Allison's class had apparently returned to the yurt, but the instructor with them had no interest in re-introducing Allison to the group. There was still one hour of lesson left.
So, we cut our losses and forced Allison to ski with us for the remainder of the morning. That was when Brian took this picture:
She was entirely comfortable with the bunny area and magic carpet. Which is also where the rest of her lesson group ended up.
After lunch, Allison was allowed to quit skiing and she and I went back to the hotel while Brian and Jacob skied the rest of the day - spending it entirely in the terrain park and on the "fun boxes."
Jacob is a big fan of skiing and can't wait to switch to snowboard. Heaven help us.
On Sunday, Jacob and I returned to the ski hill for another morning of skiing. I convinced him to go all the way to top of the hill (it was not crowded Sunday on account of it being about 10 degrees).
He skied the blue runs (snowplow all the way!) and then did it again. Glad at least one of the kids enjoys skiing. Next year, we'll have to ship Allison to Grandma and Grandpa's house for our ski weekend!
What can I say about skiing?? Oh yeah - it sucks to get an announcement over the loudspeaker that you have to return to ski school for your child. Because, clearly, that means something like a serious accident has occurred.
But - Let me back up.
We went skiing the other weekend with some friends of ours who have slightly older kids, but are not skiers. We signed Allison and Jacob up for ski lessons because it buys Brian and I two hours to go ski on our own, which is just about as much time as we need to hit most of the runs we want to.
So, we dropped the kids off in lessons at 10am. We went clear to the other side of the ski resort to then started working our way, run-by-run, back to the ski school area. This was pretty good for about the first 45 minutes. Then my phone rang. We thought it was Dad (who is recovering from his own run-in with a ski hill). It was a local number. I tried to answer it but my phone died..... too cold.
So, we deduced that it was the ski school and with no other info - we set off to return to the ski area as quickly as possible (including a foray through the trees that Brian later termed "ill-advised"). Clearly there was a crisis!
We ended up back at the base and decided that the ski school office was closer than the yurt (where they meet), so we went there right when our names were being called over the loudspeaker (across the whole ski resort). We said they were looking for us at which point the girl said she didn't have any info, but we were supposed to head to the yurt. Our child was refusing to participate in lessons.
Allison.
So, we showed up at the yurt to find Allison sitting at one of the tables, with no one but a ski instructor and two other girls in there that were clearly not affiliated with her. He had no idea what had happened, except that they were severely understaffed as a bunch of instructors had called in sick and so they had broken the kids down by skill rather than age. This - I guess - led to two problems.
(1) Allison had been required to ride the lift.
(2) She had been separated from her slightly-more-skilled brother.
At this point I left - because my ski binding had broken and (since there was no major crisis) I went to see if the rental shop could repair it (yes). When I returned, Brian and Allison were still sitting there. Allison's class had apparently returned to the yurt, but the instructor with them had no interest in re-introducing Allison to the group. There was still one hour of lesson left.
So, we cut our losses and forced Allison to ski with us for the remainder of the morning. That was when Brian took this picture:
After lunch, Allison was allowed to quit skiing and she and I went back to the hotel while Brian and Jacob skied the rest of the day - spending it entirely in the terrain park and on the "fun boxes."
On Sunday, Jacob and I returned to the ski hill for another morning of skiing. I convinced him to go all the way to top of the hill (it was not crowded Sunday on account of it being about 10 degrees).
Sunday, March 2, 2014
Piano recital
It has been a crazy-busy weekend here, including Jacob's piano recital debut. He calls it "his worst performance ever." I argued that since it was his first recital, that made it also his best performance ever. He did not buy my argument. I guess he played a song for his class without any mistakes.
To be fair, he handled his mistake well and finished the piece. There were also A LOT of other kids making mistakes too. Here's the video:
To be fair, he handled his mistake well and finished the piece. There were also A LOT of other kids making mistakes too. Here's the video:
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