Showing posts with label Dad. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dad. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

The Invasion

I have this little fear of things being in my personal space (like my bedroom, or bathroom) that just don't belong there. I mean its one thing for inanimate objects to be out of place, but it is an entirely different story when it is living. Don't get my wrong, I love insects and spiders, but only when they are in a jar, outside (no where close to touching me), or dead. I don't go stomping around in their bedrooms (at least I try not to) so they have absolutely no right to invade mine!

My bedroom at home had always seemed to be a hot spot for spiders to go on such missions. I am not sure why, but this has always been the case. Just since I have been home from college, there have been two found in my room, and the only spiders I had in my room at school were because of my Nature Experience and were safely double bagged and dead.

Two nights ago occurred one of these battles...
I was lying in bed reading Pride and Prejudice when I glanced up and saw the invader. I threw the book to the side, remembering to save my place of course, and jumped out of bed. I knew that my dad was still awake so I thought I would pull a "daddy will you save my from the big nasty spider card". It worked, we pulled out our weapon of war (the Swiffer) and proceeded to the site of the battle. Swiffer in hand, my dad made the first strike, slamming the head of the Swiffer onto the ceiling, which was a mere causality because of our textured ceilings. So a second strike was made, this time in addition to the initial hit a sliding motion was added (in effort to move the spider to a more convenient killing location). However, all that happened was the spider fell from the ceiling and could not be located. My father insisted that it was dead, however, I could feel the 12 little beady eyes still watching me and waiting till the coast was clear. Upon deciding I could not give up the search, I got down on my hands and knees and looked everywhere under and around my nightstand. It was difficult to see under the nightstand in the dark, however after much searching, I spotted the enemy, he was hiding in the shadow by the leg of my nightstand. Taking the Swiffer, I struck a blow onto the carpet but the nasty little thing merely used the carpet padding to reduce the impact. He then moved to a much larger "safe zone" under the nightstand. I then found his new location, and prepared to strike again, when this strike was carried out, I added more pressure to compensate for the carpet. That's when I heard the Swiffer crack, and break....causing a serious advantage for the spider. However, reinforcement came when my father returned to check on the situation. It turns out we had to pull out the nightstand to find the spider and my father killed him with his bare hands. I then put the nightstand back, said some heartfelt prayers that I would be safe from spiders, and went to bed.

I swear that somewhere in my house is a spider military headquarters, and they keep sending in bigger and quicker men to attack my room. I can just hear them now, "Another man down, we are going to have to up our forces and try again, lets send in the big guns". You might think this is ridiculous, however, I am quite positive that I am right. And how do I know this? Well you see...yesterday I was taking a shower, blissfully unaware of any spider activity, when I turn off the water, reach for my towel, look up and see a freaking huge spider right above the towel rack. And I don't know about you but I think there is just something wrong about that, I mean the two places I go and close my eyes for extended periods of time are the two places that they decide are great to explore, NOT OK with me! I mean its just wrong! Morally, and ethically wrong.

I am now determined to clean every surface of my bedroom (walls, carpet, ceiling, closet, and dusting everything) just to be sure there is not a permanent base anywhere. I have also considered bug bombing the room, but that just smells and would probably give the spider eggs immunity to it and make them stronger and harder to kill (and we all know that would not be good thing). SO for now I will continue cleaning and destroying any intruders I come across.

Until later,
Invaded

Saturday, May 1, 2010

Wishful Thinking

A very unfortunate experience has recently befallen me. Its sort of a sore subject but I think I need to rant a little bit...
You see it all started with an ad on Jobdango. My father found it on Sunday (which was odd in itself because he never files his unemployment on Sunday and never searches for jobs either), the job had been posted that day and was listed as urgent. After reading over it, my dad encouraged me to apply for the position. I mean who turns down the opportunity to earn $2,500/month nannying?
Anyways, I sent in my resume and cover letter and waited for a response. And this is what I got:

Hello Kirsten ,
Thanks for your interest to babysit my baby boy, Eric. I'm Ford Witwicky, and my wife died three months ago of car accident, I don't want to talk about this but, I think it is important since you would be working as Eric's Nanny. Eric is 25 months old .. I am out of the city based on my business that is really booming here and my son and I will be arriving shortly back to the city by 8th of May, 2010.

Eric is here with me right now for holiday . After a serious discussion with my father-in-law concerning a proper care for him, we finally decided to search for a good and responsible Nanny/babysitter. Below you see our offers:
The hours are 9:30 am - 2:00 pm Monday - Thursday, on Friday until 3.30 pm. If you can't work the hours, you can work during the Weekend while I get someone else to do the this hours..
The monthly pay is 2500.00 for live out and 2100.00 for live in. We will be responsible for your transportation which in exclusive of your weekly salary regardless of the distance. I'm strongly searching for someone of well mannered attitudes, neatness and good sense of relationship. We are a Christian family and we love our religion so basically everything we do is according to our doctrines, I don't mind your religion but just letting you know so we don't offend you. If you are interested in this offer, please answer all the questions below so I can have a brief idea of your personality:
1) What academic qualifications do you possess?
2) Do you have any relevant certificate to back up your babysitting/Nanny career?
3) How old are you?
4) Are you married?
5) What is the name of your City?

6) Do you have any crime records?
7) Tell us more about your temperament .
8) Can we have one or two reference's from you, please send email and phone number for them?
9) Can you handle money if you are given an assignment to carry out?
10) Is your husband/boyfriend/parent in support of you doing this job?
Let me know if you will be available for the work offer. If you have any questions as regards this offer, feel free to get in touch with me. You can work during the Weekend only, if you can't work during the week due to other job or studies. I await a response at your earliest convenience.. If the hours are not okay by you let me know your schedule. Thanks Mr. Ford.


Sounded convincing enough to me...I responded, trying to sound as appealing, yet accurate, as possible.

After a few email back and forth things started to get a little fishy. My dear friend Ford Witwicky wanted me to purchase things for his son before I had ever met the child, he told me he was going to have his company send me a check for my first weeks pay, money to purchase items for the child, and a hefty sum that I was to mail to some "agent" in Ala-freakin-bama so that he and his son could confirm their flights to the US.

This raised quite the alarm for my family. Resulting in a full-fledged Internet investigation conducted by my older sister, Helen. Check out this website to see what we found: http://www.4nannies.com/info/Nanny-Scams.cfm

Suffice to say, I was scammed. Now feeling like a complete idiot, I am left to question why someone would do such a thing, what is going to happen now, why didn't I catch this earlier, why trust our society, etc. I admit there were red flags all over the place, but in an effort to give someone the benefit of the doubt, and out of wishful thinking, I let all these blatantly obvious signs pass over my head. And now I'm just a little bit mad. I mean who in the world does this idiot think he is? The "mother died in car accident" card is ridiculously wrong, seriously people, its hard enough for me to not be drawn to kids as it is but a kid without a mother...geeez! And really, does he think I am that stupid? I admit he had me tricked but I'm not stupid. I guess I just feel like its hard to trust people in our society when their are idiots out there like that. I feel really, really used, and I don't like that. I mean they didn't even have the decency to change the questions for me.

The moral of the story is this: SCAMS ARE REAL, they do happen, they are not fun, be careful people! And when is doubt take it up with the man upstairs! I just pray that who ever Ford Witwicky is will get the justice they deserve.

Until later,
Hopeless for our society