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The Week In-between Christmas and New Year’s
(Note: No editing on this. You have been warned.)
When I first moved to New York, and I was temping, I was one of the few people who was willing to work on the week between Christmas and New Year’s. I worked for a company that was in a midtown tower that had an amazing view of Central Park. At the job, I sat at a reception desk for eight hours, and did nothing. No one called, and except for a very sad office manager, I was alone. I couldn’t do anything on the computer; no Google searches, no looking at social media, and being that it was December 2006, no smart phones. I had a journal and a book to read, but even that annoyed the office manager. It was painfully boring week, but at the same time, the easiest $800 I ever made.
By the time the next Christmas rolled around, I was working at Shetler Studios as their office manager. As I was the newest guy on the staff, that first Christmas, I was the guy who worked the In-between week of Christmas and New Year’s. You may wonder, who uses a rehearsal studio during that week? The answer is virtually no one. There was one guys who practiced piano every day, and he would come by during that week, and he was a good guy who could play, so it was fun having him there. Other than that, and the night manager who came in at 5pm, nothing happened during that week.
As I started this in-between week, I thought back on those two jobs today. Sitting someplace, all alone, working but for what purpose? It most likely was true for that company in midtown, and was definitely true for the studios, that being open for that week was a loss for the company. Being closed would have made more sense, and saved money. But no, both companies spent a dollar to make a dime. I never asked the office manager at the midtown company why they were open, mainly because I needed the job and they were paying $5 more than I normally earned. When I asked old man Shetler why the studios were open, his response was that they were always open, no matter what.
Just a thought that came into my head this morning.
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Covid at School
Well, it happened. We got notice from the school that a person, who has tested positive for Covid, had been in the kid’s classroom on Friday of last week, and as such, and could have possibly come in contact with our kid, and all the students. As such, unvaccinated children, though the kid has received one shot she is not considered fully vaccinated, are to take part in remote learning. The vaccinated children are allowed to return to school, if they desire. We were also informed that being the possible exposure happened on 12/17, and it normally takes five to eight days for symptoms to appear, that means the kid would start showing signs, if infected, from 12/22 to 12/25.
Merry Christmas!
As such, the kid is home today. This would have been the last day of school before winter break. The kids were to have a party with pizza and watch movies. You know, like the last day of school before a vacation should be; no learning, just having fun.
So, the kid is pretty upset. Not about possibly getting covid, but about missing her party and friends.
The good news is that we are day two of symptoms could show up, and nothing has shown up yet. The bad news is that we are had plans to go out, and we clearly aren’t going to be doing them now. The wife and I are fully vaccinated, but still it doesn’t seem very wise for us to go hang out in public. There are a few errands that need to be run, though.
So, this is Christmas, 2021!
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Tooth Fairy: Redux
So, last night, the kid had a wiggly tooth. And she is at the age where teeth are getting wiggly. She spent about five minutes in the bathroom, and then she announced that this tooth was ready to come out.
I thought that would be the end of it, just identifying that a tooth was lose and ready to give way. But no, the kid gave it a good yank, and out popped her little tooth. She was very proud as she held it up for us to see, wrapped in bloody toilet paper.
This all happened about 30 minutes before her bedtime, and my first thought was that we don’t have any cash. I panicked; I can admit it. I started into a story about if the Tooth Fairy doesn’t get enough notice she might not arrive. I got a very strange look from the wife and kid.
When I got a second alone with the wife, I told her how I didn’t have any cash, so I couldn’t put a dollar under her pillow. But, the wife did in fact, have a dollar in her purse, and all was well.
We got out the little pillow that we put teeth in for the Fairy, and made sure it was in a good spot so she could find it. And off we drifted to sleep, the kid smiling, as she was going to be visited by the Tooth Fairy and Santa Clause in the same week. What an amazing time to be a child and a magical being.
And then I totally forgot.
I failed at my duty as the Tooth Fairy.
The failure was total and complete as the kid got up in the morning, holding the tooth pillow that still contained her tooth, and she looked at me and ask, “Why? Why didn’t the Tooth Fairy come?”
“Well,” I scrambled for something to say. I thought I should return to my previous idea of the tooth coming out too late in the evening…
“Is she made at me?” the kid asked.
Total failure as a father. And the kid was pretty upset. The wife and I snuggled the kid on the couch. Luckily, my wife once got skipped by the Tooth Fairy when she was a kid, so we had a precedent we could fall back on.
But man. I really dropped the ball on this one. I have set a reminder on my phone, so I don’t screw it up for a second night.
