I have to say, even though there's been a downturn in the economy, I haven't had to worry about losing my job. KNOCK.ON.WOOD. I realize as soon as I say this, Karma will be right there saying, "Oh really, I'll fix her!" But since I work in a small office, and people always need insurance, my job is pretty secure. That is, unless my boss finds out about my on-the-job blogging addiction! I'm sure there are plenty of women out there that are real estate/insurance agents, married to the chief of police and have two sons. Right? Not like he's going to put two and two together and figure out it's me, if he ever does stumble across this blog. Right?
Well......bring in Beaver and now my job is in jeopardy. Beaver asked someone to homecoming. Last Thursday night, as I'm cleaning the kitchen, he comes in and drops the bomb on me. Our little town has a tradition of the cheerleaders decorating the boy's football lockers before the games. Beaver says he's going to put a note in his locker for one particular cheerleader asking her to the dance. He's going to give her his combination and ask her to get something out for him so she'll find the invite. I don't know if I was more in shock that Beaver was actually sharing this info with me - because he NEVER discusses girls with me - or with fact of who the cheerleader is. He has known this girl since the 3rd grade. They've become really good friends over the last two years. He picks her up for school every day. Ward teases him about her being his girlfriend and he always says, "We're just friends, dad!" They're friendship means a lot to him and I know it does to her, too. I remember having guy friends in high school. They were always the best friendships. No catty backstabbing that sometimes occurs when girls are friends. Beaver and the cheerleader have gone from being "just friends" to boyfriend and girlfriend. Beaver's first girlfriend. And this girlfriend isn't just any girlfriend. She's my boss' granddaughter. His first granddaughter....She's also the daughter of my co-worker. I work for the cheerleader's grandpa and with her mother.
Really Beav, of all the girls at the high school, you had to pick this one? Can you imagine how uncomfortable it is going to be to work here if something happens to their little budding romance? And by "if", I mean "when". Because let's face it, I don't really see 10th grade relationships having any longevity. I may be wrong.....wouldn't be the first time. So....someone will break up with someone. Let's say Beaver breaks up because, well he's Beaver and really, he's 15 and doesn't have it quite together yet. The cheerleader's heart is now broken and everyone's mad at me for giving birth to the little heartbreaker! Or, let's just imagine, Beaver does get it together. I mean he'll be 16 in a little over a month. Good Lord! My baby will be 16 soon! 16? Already? Really? 16 years. Wow! Ok.........anyway. Just imagine, Beaver has got it together and things are truckin' along fine. Then out of the blue - she breaks up with him! Why? Because he forgets their "3 month anniversary" - I mean who wants to date a guy that can't even remember their anniversary EVERY MONTH? Once again, everyone is mad at me because I gave birth to the insensitive lout. See? See what I mean? Either way, I'm done.........
Good Lord, there isn't enough Zin on God's green earth to get me through this relationship! I may have to up my game on this one.