Not so furbulous ...

Melanie called last night just before American Idol (yes ... we determine time according to this TV Classic on Tuesdays and Wednesdays ... how do you think Stefani's thoughts of stardom crystallized?) ... to rant and lament about work life at the "bear factory".

It appears that the squeaky clean, berry merry, furbulous place is just a tad too sweet and boring for her tastes. Eight days into excruciatingly slow and nursery rhyme filled sales conversations with her "peers" and she's ready to pull the hair out of her head! And to think that she took out her nose piercing out permanently for those folks.

We've all been there ... realizing we've made a mistake ... appreciating that the grass is definitely not greener ... and wondering what drugs we were on when we thought it was.

My heart went out to her ... she's such a people person and a good manager ... and to find herself already stagnating, not fitting in and so unhappy is sad. Not much I could do or say ... except advise her to put her misgivings aside for a while longer ... things could change, right? And to keep her eyes out for something else ... there's no shame in realizing that despite all the profiling and personality indexes this place used in their hiring process ... she is not a fit!

Doesn't matter how old your kids are ... you still want to fight their battles.

So it's another frigid day here in the Great White North ... to think I had the audacity to use the S word last week (spring). Dave's at work ... Stefani has an ice-skating afternoon at school ... but still wants to go to Scooter's (roller rink) after school as planned with me and Nic. We've invited Maija so it may be another interesting adventure.

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So it's much later ... I've fooled around a bit this afternoon ... still finding time to squeeze in two teleconferences for work. It was report card day ... and we were all very proud of Stef who managed 4 A's. A's are hard to come by since Ontario revamped its curriculum!

And if that wasn't enough ... a quick check of my email alerted us to an audition for a commercial tomorrow at 5 PM. Now isn't having an agent grand?

Treated Stef, Nic and J to McDonald's ... and we're preparing to head out to Scooter's for some inline blading fun.