Early Saturday morning and this would be our scene, all nestled in our little bed, that would be me on the right (he's not as fat as I make him out to be). Ain't it sweet?
Friend of mine at a major mutual fund in Boston called, not only did he get whacked this week but his wife as well, it's the first time in 30 years he's not had a job. I love financial service, they are merciless when it comes to shooting people. He's a bit devastated. Get used to it, gonna get worse, I'm afraid. I learned to be a mercenary long ago, I take nothing personally.
My older son, straight A student, honors society, Future Business Leader of America, international studies bla bla bla and I found a talking point. Business. He took some training event in how to interview for a job. I'm listening and then tell him it's the biggest bunch of BS I've ever heard. Sit up straight, act interested, be ready to answer droll questions about "what you aspire to be" sort of crap. His eyes are as wide as a saucer as I explain how a business really runs and what they want in employees. We talk for an hour and he laughs at all the silly stories I can recall.
But I'm not thinking about that right now, my toasty brown tiger is purring next to me.