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Unhappy Halloween
Oct. 31st, 2006 06:49 pmToday's little dose of family drama involved my uncle calling me long-distance at work to ask why I hadn't solved all of my mom's problems for her. OK, so that's not exactly what he said, but that's the message I was left with. I was extremely vexed by this conversation. My mother is an adult with what appears to be a sound mind. She lives in a different city than I do. I know nothing at all about furnace repair and can do nothing to hurry along the repair of hers. Dad is handling the furnace repair and Mom has his number and he lives in the same city as her. SO WHY IS EVERYONE CALLING ME? Vexed. Extremely.
I was telling Margo-sama (our assistant general manager) how much I dreaded going home and getting more phone calls on the topic. She suggested not answering the phone. It would work as a short-term solution, but I'm not sure I could hear Mom's or the friend's voice on the answering machine and not pick up. At the moment I'm online which ties the phone line up nicely but I'm of two minds about whether I want to stay online just to tie up the phone. I generally try to behave in a virtuous manner, but it's unclear to me what the virtuous course of action is. Solving my mom's problems for her (assuming that's even possible for me at this moment) would make her happy, but I'm wondering if she might be better off being forced to take a more active role in her well-being. Or maybe I'm being selfish and lazy. I don't feel lazy, especially as I'm staring down a deadline that my relatives are not helping me reach, but you never know.
In brighter news, the Bakery's rolled oats showed up on the supply truck Monday so we will have no granola bar shortage this week. Our distributer may never know how lucky they were. Earlier that day I had proposed to the purchaser that if they out-of-stocked us again we should seize the semi and send a note back to the distributer: "If you want your truck back, send us 300 pounds of regular rolled oats in small unmarked bags." The purchaser really, really liked that idea. I have the feeling that our general manager would have nixed the plan, but that's how it goes.
I was telling Margo-sama (our assistant general manager) how much I dreaded going home and getting more phone calls on the topic. She suggested not answering the phone. It would work as a short-term solution, but I'm not sure I could hear Mom's or the friend's voice on the answering machine and not pick up. At the moment I'm online which ties the phone line up nicely but I'm of two minds about whether I want to stay online just to tie up the phone. I generally try to behave in a virtuous manner, but it's unclear to me what the virtuous course of action is. Solving my mom's problems for her (assuming that's even possible for me at this moment) would make her happy, but I'm wondering if she might be better off being forced to take a more active role in her well-being. Or maybe I'm being selfish and lazy. I don't feel lazy, especially as I'm staring down a deadline that my relatives are not helping me reach, but you never know.
In brighter news, the Bakery's rolled oats showed up on the supply truck Monday so we will have no granola bar shortage this week. Our distributer may never know how lucky they were. Earlier that day I had proposed to the purchaser that if they out-of-stocked us again we should seize the semi and send a note back to the distributer: "If you want your truck back, send us 300 pounds of regular rolled oats in small unmarked bags." The purchaser really, really liked that idea. I have the feeling that our general manager would have nixed the plan, but that's how it goes.
