The job and the moron

The tick started the new job yesterday with all the fanfare of a trip to the bathroom.  While they have had "real" jobs in the past, they were not necessary to survival.  This one entails manual labor, outdoors, in the sweltering heat and working with a paving medium.  I give it three weeks before the "I need to find another job" mantra begins.  The fact that I tried to get them to apply for several warehouse jobs, i.e., working in doors, air conditioning, operating machinery, etc., fell upon deaf ears.  Oh well, I guess it will take learning the lessons the hard way.  Not my problem!  They did semi move in with the significant other so hope is high that they will be two ticks on a cat's rear soon.

The ticks' tick is still sick and has yet to return to see a doctor.  I was let in on the conversation with the other grandparent which did nothing but cement my belief that they are a complete card carrying moron.  Maybe we are a little over protective but then again we see children who have been neglected or not had illnesses addressed far too often.  We have seen the results of having a high fever go unattended for too long.  This goofy person thought that maybe they just needed to wait and see what happens.  I thank the Gods that my only interface with them is on a very limited basis, both in occurrence and length.

Another day comes that I must travel to the mine, repeat the mantra and survive so as to return.  This is not living and I am jealous of my co-worker who leaves us this week.  C.S., you are one lucky, sorry S. O. B.!