Daughter Update

Just a few weeks ago, at New Year, I posted about my daughter. I thought I’d give a little update.

Unfortunately, the job turned out as I expected. I hate to say I told her so, but… I told her so. Whichever company she had applied to join, they had decided on the strength of the firing that the potential risk of employing her outweighed the potential gain. I can’t blame them, I would have done exactly the same.

[For anybody new to the saga, daughter’s last job was also her first, she was fired from it (albeit under dubious circumstances), and given a correspondingly bad reference.]

Without saying anything, daughter changed her CV, to exclude this previous bad job altogether. It was her only proper job.

So, when we next saw her, daughter was full of smiles. She hadn’t got that job, but don’t worry, several others were in the pipeline.

With daughter, the devil is in the detail, and it took a while to tease out the detail. My wife thinks she did the right thing, even though it will mean dropping a recent job in the same sector she wants to work in. Start from the bottom again. I said that if I were a potential employer, gave her a job and then found out that she’d skipped a job on her CV, I would fire her immediately for not disclosing it.

How would they ever find out? she says. I don’t know, but that kind of thing tends to haunt you – she will have to be on her guard about it for the lifetime of the new job. It only takes a slip of the tongue to mention this previous job. Especially as my daughter is prone to slips of the tongue!

My own suggestion was that instead of asking for a reference from the head office, she should in future ask for a reference from an ex-colleague, somebody she had worked with and got along with. There isn’t anybody, she says. That’s the real problem – she worked there for six months and can’t think of anybody who’d have a good word to say about her. Plus she has strange ideas about who can and can’t give her a reference. Those ideas might well be contrived, a way of just telling me to butt-out. My idea is that somebody who’d worked with her, built a rapport, would more likely be positive. Anyway, for those reasons, daughter rejected my advice. I shrugged – to do anything else wouldn’t help. She will sink or swim by her decision. I’m in a position anyway where I’m happy to butt-out.

As regards her visits, it is like my last title (Boomerang) – she keeps coming back! About once a week, for a couple of days at a time. It is a bit much for me but how can I say no? Besides, she is quite pleasant when she comes, sometimes even quite useful with her car. She does not want to be at (her own) home. I find it awkward when she is here, because her decision to accuse me of abuse was a watershed in my book. It was a trapdoor – we fell through it and can never get back up. We were never going to be a regular father-and-daughter, from that point on. That’s not necessarily her, but something I have trouble getting my head around.

Can I just come over for a visit? Well, at least she asks.

Song Lyric Sunday (19 January 2020) – Three Amigos

Last week, Jim (NewEpicAuthor, A Unique Title For Me) set a theme of football terms (my choice). This week, he’s looking for songs written by the Three Amigos, by which he means a link to a Tom, a Dick or a Harry.

When I read Jim’s prompt this week, I had to think a bit, but I got there. I got a Harry, so no matter, I’ll go with her.

So my choice this week is straightforward. From 1979, this is a hit from Blondie, and was written by band members Jimmy Destri and Debbie Harry. In fact, though she is famous as a singer, Harry had a hand in relatively few Blondie tracks, but this is one of them. It was quite a big hit in Europe (#1 in the UK, #3 in Ireland, #6 in France, #7 in Belgium), but only reached #39 in the Billboard Hot 100. Only! In the UK, every Blondie song tended to be popular and my French teacher had a pin-up of Debbie Harry (who is the same age as my mother was!)

Uh huh make me tonight
Tonight make it right
Uh huh make me tonight
Tonight, tonight

Oh, your hair is beautiful
Oh, tonight, atomic

Uh huh make me tonight
Tonight, tonight
Oh, uh huh make it magnificent
Tonight right

Oh your hair is beautiful
Oh, tonight, atomic

Your hair is beautiful
Oh your hair is beautiful
Your hair is beautiful
Tonight, make it magnificent
Tonight make me tonight

Your hair is beautiful
Oh, tonight

Oh atomic
Oh atomic
Oh tonight
Oh atomic
Oh atomic

More Bad Poetry

As a nipper, I played in a band,
We would often play somewhere quite grand.
But my playing was flat,
Sounded just like a cat.
It was more than the punters could stand!

or how about:

I’m glad I was not out today,
It’s been windy and rainy all day.
The cat is asleep,
On the floor, in a heap.
In the warmth of the house he will stay

Or finally, one that is not mine, but one that I read years and years ago:

I’ve got a dog called Rover
He’s soft and he’s fluffy all over
He’s as cute as sugar babies
It’s such a pity he’s got rabies

Sorry 🙂. I hope you’re enjoying your Thursday.