floyd family

A REAL JOB

I am standing in the room. All eyes are on me. I can tell by their expressions they do not believe I possess any intelligence. This may be the hardest sell of my life.

I begin, "I know what I am talking about. Who do you think I am? I have been to college and have even graduated and have a piece of paper to prove it."

These people do not care about the paper, the college, or the fact that I have complete assurance that I am right in what I am talking about. These people are unreasonable. That doesn't sound like a horrific thing, but think about the word unreasonable.....it means can't be reasoned with... have you ever tried to reason with someone who is un reasonable?

It is impossible, and I am sure from the previous explanation, you understand the term impossible.

Who are these scary people? Why am I trying to convince them that I am an intelligent, capable person who they should listen to and heed my advice? You wonder, what group of unreasonable people would she waste her time trying to do the impossible with? She must be crazy...

no, I am a mother... of small children, and the people I try to convince I know what I am talkingabout are my children...Only a mother can understand, because from my observations, children somehow don't question their father's intelligence except maybe when they are older.

I have tried to emulate the father, do the way he does it, say it the way he says it, but alas, all my efforts are in vain. These little people don't believe me. They look at me as if to say, "you are good and you try so hard, but we know why you don't have a real job."