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By widdlemikey · Posted
I think this is a big part of it. When my kids were in high school, I encouraged them to get a job at some place like McD's. They saw for themselves first hand how disruptive it was when some other co-worker would just 'not show up'. Or call at the last second about not able to make it. I told mine, "The manager can teach anybody how to take an order or work the fry machine. But having someone they can depend on to show up on time and do their job... That's worth a lot more to them than someone that might get a few more sales but comes in late (or not at all) some weekends." Proud to say all my kids are fully employed, even if they aren't Doctors or Lawyers. LOL, i DEFY YOU to find someone under 50 that knows how to count change back to a customer like when I was young. You know, as they hand it back, "Four forty-seven and three makes four fifty, and fifty makes five dollars and five more makes ten." -
By Meeseeks88 · Posted
Chapter 18 – Afternoon Play Date I woke up a few hours later in a bad mood. Not only was my nappy now cold and damp, but I felt the pressure in my bowels and needed to poop. I was still trying to get used to messing myself but knew that it wouldn’t be a pleasurable experience. I sat up in the crib and managed to get into a squatting position. I took a deep breath and gently began to push. To my surprise, I started pooping almost instantly. I winced as the warm gooey mess began to spread inside my nappy. However, I realised that something felt a little bit odd. It was then I noticed that I had stopped pushing but was still pooping. The mess seemed to easily slide out of me. After I had finished (or assumed I had) I started worrying. I knew that I had almost no control over my bladder…what if it was the same with my bowels. The thought of becoming fully incontinent started to upset me. I could feel tears forming in my eyes and before I knew it, I began crying. Streams of tears seemed to flow from my eyes uncontrollably and down my cheeks as I bawled loudly. I suddenly heard Christina and my mother from the bottom of the stairs. ‘Sounds like the baby’s awake’, I heard Christina say, ‘did you want me to go?’ ‘It’s alright, I don’t mind going’, replied my mother, ‘he probably needs changing’. I then heard footsteps as my mother made her way up the stairs. ‘It’s ok sweetie’, she called out, ‘mummy’s coming’. As my mother walked into the nursery, I couldn’t even imagine the sight that she could see. There I was, her twenty-one-year-old son, wearing a bonnet and mittens, sat in a crib and crying because he needs his messy nappy changing. I didn’t even have any doubt in my mind anymore. I was a baby. ‘I’m here, don’t worry’, smiled my mother. She came over and let down the side of the crib. I instantly wrapped my arms around her and held on tightly. I started to calm down slightly knowing that my mother was here and she would take care of everything. ‘Shh shh shh’, she hushed, ‘it’s all ok now’. My mother reached over and stretched open the back of my nappy. ‘Ooh dear’, she cooed, ‘I think we’re ready for a nappy change’. She helped me out of the crib and led me over to the changing table where I hopped on and laid down. My mother reached over and put a dummy into my mouth before getting the changing supplies out. I noticed her eyes widen as she opened up my nappy. ‘Wow’, she exclaimed, ‘I thought your stinky nappies were bad enough when you were a real baby’. I blushed as she began wiping my bottom. I couldn’t shake the fear that I was feeling about losing control of my bladder and bowels. I wanted to tell my mother. As I attempted to take my dummy out, the thick mitten on my hand made it difficult to grab onto. Despite laying down, I was able to spit it out. However, before I could speak, my mother picked my dummy back up. ‘Ooh dear’, she cooed as she put it back into my mouth, ‘we don’t want to lose that’. I gave up trying to tell her and sucked on my dummy as she taped on a clean nappy. As I sat up on the changing table, my mother put her hands underneath my armpits and picked me up. Once again, I was amazed that she could carry me. I wasn’t the heaviest person in the world but it was still pretty astonishing. ‘Come on stinky bum’, said my mother, ‘I’ve got someone I’d like you to meet’. She began carrying me out of the nursery and down the stairs. I could hear Christina talking to someone. I began to panic and worried that it might be Samantha. If she saw me like this then there would be no way that she would ever go out with me. However, as we reached the bottom of the stairs, I saw someone that I didn’t recognise. She had jet black hair and green eyes. ‘You must be Jake’, she grinned as she noticed me. I looked at Christina in confusion. ‘This is my sister’, said Christina, ‘her name is Jessica and this is her daughter Lacy’. I looked over to the corner of the room where a playpen had been set up and in it was a little girl who looked about one or two years old. ‘It’s nice to meet you’ smiled Jessica, ‘my sister has been telling me all about you’. I blushed at having a stranger see me dressed like a baby. ‘Say hello Jake’, instructed my mother who was still holding me tightly against her waist. I waved at her and did my best to talk through my dummy, ‘hewwo’. ‘Aw, you really are a little cutie, aren’t you?’ cooed Jessica. ‘Everything ok upstairs?’ asked Christina. ‘Oh yes it’s fine’, replied my mother, ‘Mr Stinky came to pay us a little visit, that’s all’. I could feel myself dying from embarrassment and wanted to hide in my crib and never come out. My mother walked over to the play pen and lowered me into it. ‘I’m just going to pop you in here for a bit whilst I get to know your Auntie’s sister’, said my mother. Christina came over and put my cuddly dinosaur and building blocks into the play pen for me to play with. I would have preferred my colouring book but with the dummy in my mouth, I couldn’t say anything. I sat helplessly and watched Christina as she walked away to join the grown-ups while I was stuck inside the play pen with toys and a real infant. Lacy barely even acknowledged that there was a ‘big baby’ sitting in her play pen and seemed content playing with her teddy bears. To stop myself from dying of boredom, I picked up my stuffed dinosaur and pretended to make him walk. He actually looked pretty funny as he bounced around. I started to see what else I could make him do. I held the dinosaur in the air and made it look as if he was flying. Before I knew it, I was getting pretty engrossed and actually found myself having fun with my stuffed dinosaur. I have no doubt that the adults were occasionally looking over and admiring the two babies playing in their play pen but I didn’t care. After around twenty minutes, I started to smell something foul. I could recognise that smell anywhere. It was a messy nappy. I quickly panicked and began shuffling from side to side to see if I could feel anything inside my nappy. I felt clean which was a relief but then I looked over at Lacy who had an uncomfortable look on her face. The grown-ups had noticed the smell as well and they walked over towards the play pen. ‘Phew someone stinks over here’, exclaimed Christina whilst waving her hand in front of her nose. ‘I think Mr Stinky is still in the house’, chuckled my mother. I was pleased that for once, I wasn’t responsible for the smell. ‘Is it you Lacy?’ asked Jessica as she looked down at her daughter. Lacy looked up at her mother and smiled, ‘poopie’, she giggled. ‘Come on then smelly bum’, said Jessica and picked up her daughter, ‘we’ll put you down for a nap as well’. I felt slightly embarrassed that Lacy was going to have a nap in the crib…the same crib that I slept in. I also felt slightly awkward that Lacy had remained so calm about her messy nappy whilst I had cried over mine. It made me feel like I was even more of a baby than she was. With the bonnet on my head and the mittens on my hands, I certainly looked like a new born. ‘Stand up Jake’, said my mother. I did as I was asked and stood there helplessly while she inspected my nappy to see if I needed changing. She confirmed to everyone else that I was clean. ‘Aww good boy’, cooed Jessica. I blushed and sat back down in the play pen. ‘I’ll come and help you’, said Christina as she went upstairs with Jessica and Lacy. I spat my dummy out and turned to my mother. ‘Can I get out now?’ I asked her. ‘No sweetheart’, replied my mother, ‘you stay there and be a good boy whilst I go up and see if they need any help with Lacy’. I sulked and remained in the play pen as my mother walked upstairs. It wouldn’t have been so bad if I was able to do some colouring or at least watch Bluey. However, it didn’t take long before I was distracted by my cuddly dinosaur again and I soon forgot about being in the play pen. After a while I started to crave my dummy. However, as I attempted to pick it up, it fell out of my hand. Trying to pick things up with whilst wearing mittens was proving to be a challenge. I tried again and again but just couldn’t do it. I even attempted to use both hands to pick it up but even that seemed to fail. I started to gently sob before beginning to cry uncontrollably. It seemed like crying was my way of getting attention from the adults. I couldn’t quite explain it but I was started to struggle with my emotions and crying seemed to come easily to me. Jessica then walked down the stairs and into the room. She saw me crying and walked over to the play pen. ‘Aw, what’s the matter little guy?’ she asked. I quickly felt very silly and pathetic. ‘I…I…I want my dummy’, I sobbed. ‘Aw it’s alright’, cooed Jessica as she leant into the play pen and picked up my dummy, ‘here you go’. As she popped it into my mouth, I instantly stopped crying and a small smile emerged from behind my dummy. ‘Fankyou’, I gurgled. ‘You’re welcome sweetheart’, she replied, ‘I like your dinosaur’. I giggled and showed her how I could make him walk and fly. ‘Oh wow, look at him go’, beamed Jessica, ‘you’re such a clever boy Jake’. I started to feel warm and fuzzy inside. Jesscia was actually pretty cool. As my mother and Christina came down the stairs and into the living room, I was finally allowed to get out of the play pen. They sat down on the sofa whilst Jessica sat down in the arm chair. Out of necessity, I once again found myself sitting on the floor. ‘We’ve been having a little discussion upstairs’, said my mother, ‘I think we’ve found a solution’. ‘A solution to what?’ I wondered. -
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By rusty pins · Posted
I was out last night. Price was down at most stations to $4.25, but 15 miles away it was $4.39. Still way too high. -
By rusty pins · Posted
Try writing a blog. There is a place for blogs here.
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