Too old to get hired?

When I started blogging back the first part of the year it was fun to sit here and come up with witty things to say about my family, job and other insane parts of my life.
Then Mr. Wonderful got laid of work.
What a bubble buster.
This was the second time in less than a year. The first time was bad enough, but twice? Did I mention we are both up in years...past the 55 year mark and progressing each day?
I hated the job he had. Self centered, egotistical, demeaning jack ass he worked for. Hubby came home every day, feeling like the high school kid who gets bullied every day and that is just WRONG at any age. So when he got laid, which while being deeply disappointed, I was happy inside because I hated seeing my wonderful husband like that.
Fast forward to mid August. Still no job.
The last five months have been tough. Hubby thought finding a job would be easy. He has incredible experience, is meticulous in what he does and how he does it. He renovated our entire house. Perfectly.
As each job came with a "Oh you came in second", then would put out another ad two weeks later and wouldn't respond to calls, or they paid minimum wage for skilled work, I could see him sink into a deeper depression. We finally decided it was age. Oh yea right. there is NO age discrimination. Bullshit!!
They can't say that's why you weren't hired, but there certainly is discrimination
  I need to be honest with you though. If I was a business owner in my 30's, had job applicants from 20 to 60, thought about the future of my business and it's growth, I might choose the person between 30 and 40 because he could be with me longer. Again is it right? Hell no, but it makes sense. Illegal? Yes, but prove it.
What a shame. My husband could spend 10 years sharing his experience with the younger guys and they would be better for it. Maybe 15 years. Does he have 20 in him? Not sure, but what a shame no one took the chance and found out.
So now he is starting up a "Handyman Business" It will take time to build a reputation but he can do thsi and do it well.
I've watched him work. He's a man who does things right. Not like my ex who was a master of bubble gum and rubber bands, who could "rig" anything. No, David does it right.
So it's time for the pity pot to be gone, to support my husband in this endeavor and be his support.
If you need a great handyman for odd jobs, bathroom and kitchen renovation and many other things, you can check out his website at  
http://www.ddhandymanokc.com/
Have a blessed day, Debi

A Not So Perfect Mom

As a mom we try to be perfect. need something? I have it!! Lose something? I know exactly where it is? I keep records, I have all the info on birth, SS Cards, school info..I am perfect!! I have it.
So a few weeks ago my teenage son is applying for jobs. His dad and I are divorced and I am positive, I have given his dad his actual, absolute, without a doubt, yesireeman it IS the original SS Card quite awhile ago when he needed it for something else.
Son applies for the wonderful jobs that many teens end up with, Fast Food.
YES!! He has the job. All of this being transmitted between ex-husband and myself. He goes to fill out the papers and they tell him his Social Security card is wrong. NO it's not!! I'm the mom. I know. I gave his dad the original a while back. I did. I swear. After a couple trips the the McD's and numerous conversations with my ex, and me trying to figure out what could possible be wrong
This goes on for two weeks. Mind you at no time during this do I see the card he is using. My perfect mom brain just tells me it's nuts.  Final answer from the almost employer is you need to go to the Social Secuity office. Oh my. Anyone been there? Stand, or sit or squat for several hours before they call your number?
My ex was so confused as to what has been going on ( which you will see why) so I said I'd take our son on my day off to the office.
As I was sitting here dreading the day ahead, I decided to go to the SS office website. ahha!! I can make an appointment. Knowing what can transpire on a phone with a government agency I decide to have all available papers sitting in front of me before I called. It's 7 Am. No teenager in his right mind is awake at this time, so I crept into his room, awakened him enough to ask for his SS Card. What he handed me was NOT his original card. It was a faded out copy of the original.
I had fallen off of my pedestal. I knew the second that cheap copy paper slid into my hand it was not the card he had needed. I slunk out of his room as he fell back asleep and started the hunt for the original.  Apparently I am not as organized as I thought.
We have a safe in which we keep all of our important papers. Each famly member has a manilla enveolpe with thier name on it  with every important paper nestled inside. I had gone through my son's envelope three times. I decided it had fallen out, so I stood on my head ( safe is on the floor) and pulled everything out. My son has two envelopes. What??
Oops. Big oops. There inside the second envelope is the original Social Security card. When it is in my hand memories come rushing back to me. I gave my ex a copy because I did that with all my kids. Teens lose thing so easily. So perfect mom here will hold onto the original until needed. Because my ex told me he had to  "cut" it out, I assumed he had the original. He even had the part of paper left over that it had been cut out with.
So I must now fess up to my ex what I did. That for two weeks and all the hassle with the" employer to be" who had to think my ex is nuts ( which he sometimes is), it is my fault.
It was hard enough telling my son.
What a day I have ahead of me.

Back with Maxi Stories

When I started this blog I had such good intentions of sitting here every morning and spending a few moments writing my thoughts and sharing some of the crazy things that happen in our lives. Amazing how that got flushed down the toilet. I see I still have one amazing follower. Myself. Well if anyone is going to follow me, it should be me. Other wise it could get a bit weird if I wasn't around.
So here I go again...off on a "Wild Hair"
The salon I own in the metropolitan city, is not huge. Small but comfortable. I love it. We're like the modern day "Steel Magnolias" You never know what's coming out of anyone.
This week I was shown something I never thought I would have been shown.
My clients Maxi pad. Not used, thank God, but shown.
We will call her "Susie"  Susie is about 50, from what we can ascertain, has some pretty wild nights with the men and  her luck is pretty bad. I can remember two dates she has had  in the last 18 months who have taken her financially. We do hear more that we really want to, but being the nice people we are, we just nod and allow her to continue.
Both Ashley and I do her hair. She's a bit more more reserved when with me..I must be the motherly type..but when she is in Ashley's chair???? Poor Ashley.
One of the things "Susie" complains about is how she seems to most always be on her period when she has a hot and heavy night planned. She was in my chair this week as she was complaining about how heavy her period is. What comes out of her purse for all to see? Her giant , super absorbant, extra long Maxi Pad. We got a full detail description of how it fills up, leaks out and how many she has to carry around with her.
What happened to good old fashioned gossip??? Have a blessed day.