Yesterday, I stuck my neck out and suggested a new restaurant for my co-workers to eat. It was a kind of special lunch. There were folks in from out of town that wanted to experience Mexican food and the rest of us were only too glad to take them. Eight of us. At a restaurant, on my recommendation.
We ordered. We waited because this is a kind of a small place, 8 plates at once took a few minutes. Everyone got their food and tucked in. I ate one bite. Ummmm. Delicious. What's that? Is it a stem from a pepper? I moved it around and ate a second bite. Ummmm. Delicious. I push that thing again and realize that it's a wire from a steel wool scrubbing pad. In the middle of my enchiladas.
I didn't say anything. I picked up my plate and went to the waitress and showed her and she offered to get me something else. Every restaurant has a bad day. I was perfectly fine with this, I just didn't want to keep everyone at the table while they made me more food. I went back to the table and sat and drank my tea and never said anything to anyone about why I had no food. Everyone was curious, but no one asked and I didn't want to ruin their lunches by saying anything.
Then, it happened. The waitress came by and laughed and shrugged her shoulders and giggled "sorry". I said "that's your reaction? I'd like to see the manager." No one ever came. When everyone was paying, the manager was working the register. I repeated my story to him and shared that the waitress didn't show the appropriate level of concern and he shrugged and said "sorry". We walked out the door and the only lady from my party that heard that exchange said "well, he didn't give much of a @#$# about your problem, did he?"
So, we will no longer be recommending El Rey Restaurant. Not because they had an oopsie, but because I don't think they were concerned enough about it. Which is a shame cuz the food was delicious.
And, last night, we tried to go to the track meet, but we were not prepared for its resemblance to a farmer herding chickens. By the time we realized that the events were happening all at the same time and found the area that Sydney was in, she was done and ready to go home.
I was disappointed. Not that we missed her, but in her lack of team spirit. She's only participating on one event. It was obvious, just from looking at her, that she was there for the wrong reason. For example, she says she can't run track. But, she ran all over that field last night, in inappropriate undergarments, with all her jiggly parts flapping all around, and every boy watching. I think she's found the power of her body.
Let's just say that I was less than enthusiastic about track and her participation in it. We will definitely be more involved going forward. We are such parenting virgins still. We don't know what to do, except that 14 must be too young for giving a child responsibility. We just keep showing up and learning as we go.
I tried to talk to her about how disappointed I was in her lack of "want to". She doesn't "want to" run track. She doesn't "want to" have a B in math or science. She doesn't "want to" stay and support the rest of her team mates as they compete. Told her I can give consequences for some stuff, but I can't make her "want to" do things and that it was really upsetting me.
I knew I'd done good because Rob muttered "well said" so she couldn't hear it.
After we got home, it all came apart. She let it slip that she accepted a zero in science because it was too much trouble to find the assignment and turn it in, so she took the zero and planned to make it up...with a grade penalty for it being late.
I am surprised that you didn't hear me in Canada. I'm pretty sure that at least one set of neighbors heard me. Then, I went outside to walk around.
I came back in and said "I'm so sorry I yelled. I didn't mean to yell. I don't want to yell at you anymore." And the whole time I was talking I was raiding her bathroom for her most precious of all precious items...her flat and curling irons.
Kick 'em where it hurts.
Rob plans to give rewards for her grades this weekend. Reward one, poop-scoop the backyard. Reward two, weed the flowerbed. That guy is much more creative than I am at negative reward.
So, I went to bed and today started with a new day. And, I'm toying with the idea of buying a car on the way home from work. I had decided not to a few days ago. And, every time I get in my car, I think of something else that is wrong. Windows that don't go down. An unrepairable break squeek that's inherent in the model. Peeling paint.
I need to just bite the bullet and do it. And, if I don't do it today, I can't do it tomorrow because there's a quilt show and I have my priorities.
Everybody have a great weekend.