my "OMG its Monday" moment

I got it pretty good.  I work in an office with a boss that doesn’t come in until 1pm and a 80-something Jewish grandmother who works Mondays and Wednesdays.  I have plenty of time for blogging, the occasional call to a family member, instant messenger with friends, online shopping.

It has its downsides too.  I have to take every phone call.  I don’t get to leave for my lunch (or take one, really.) Our e-newletters or automated client missives are “signed” by me so I’m the general contact for everything in the office (even though most of the time these things should be handled by a licensed agent, which I am not.)

My delightful coworker, lets call her Bam, to protect her identity, is a chatty cathy.  She loves to talk about her family and the people she meets on her walks.  She’ll talk to anyone who comes to the door, crosses her path, waits in line near her at the checkout counter.  A friendly soul.    She’s also probably forgotten more about our clients and about the insurance industry than I’ll ever learn in my lifetime.  She’s amazing.

Her chattiness is also her (and our) downfall.  She often has to make phone calls to clients to ask for paperwork.  The conversation often includes a discussion about the weather and the latest development with a grandchild or prices of petrale sole….and rarely results in the original goal of getting applications submitted.  Its frustrating for everyone.

But probably her most adorable custom is her weekend roundup on Mondays.  Regardless of deadlines and workloads, she MUST come into my office and sit down to tell about Sunday’s dinner at her son’s house.  Lately the focus has been on the youngest grandson and his exploration of the world as an adult.  (He’s 18, with the maturity level of a much older kid.)  Apparently he came by her house last week for lunch and asked her her opinion of men using prostitutes.  Yeah!  I said it, PROSTITUTES!  He asked his Nana?!?!?!

Of course my reaction would have been to dive into the argument about legalization, women’s rights, etc.

But not our Bam.  She of course told the grandson, “you have to be careful, use a condom.”  And her delightful, OLDER husband, when asked, said “Look at me?  Do I look like I would ever have to PAY for sex?”

Oh, Bam, you are an endless source of wonder.

7 Responses to my "OMG its Monday" moment
  1. Lee the Hot Flash Queen
    January 25, 2010 | 2:53 pm

    Isn't it great when someone that age surprises you with an answer and point of view!!

  2. MommaKiss
    January 25, 2010 | 3:12 pm

    oh my garage, asking nana? jaysus.

    I hate the monday morning quarterbacks. That's why I blog – so my office mates don't have to listen to me :D

  3. Red Shoes
    January 25, 2010 | 5:18 pm

    Dayum… I don't know that I could have ever asked a family member sex questions…

    My son was really dejected a while back… I asked him why.. and he replied with… "I asked [girlfriend name here] how many different guys she's had sex with… and he tailed off…

    Me: and it was alot??

    He replied… 'yeah'….

    ME: So tell me… how many girls have YOU had sex with…

    and he started grinning…

    Me: Quit being such a hypocrite and stop asking loaded questions…

    ~shoes~

  4. Blissed-Out Grandma
    January 25, 2010 | 6:18 pm

    Hope I'm still around when my grandson starts asking the Big Questions. And if so I hope I'll be as cool as Bam! And I love Red Shoes' story, too.

  5. Spring Flower
    January 25, 2010 | 6:39 pm

    LOL gotta love those cute elderly ladies with so much wisdom!

  6. Amber Tidd Murphy
    January 25, 2010 | 8:40 pm

    OMG, I wish I worked with her!

  7. The mad woman behind the blog
    January 26, 2010 | 2:36 pm

    Lee: she's always surprising me w/ her comments. I never know which way she's going to go with them.
    Momma Kiss: We had a part-time girl that hated the round-up so much she called Bam the "c" word. What the? She's no longer with us.
    Shoes: I once asked my husband that question and he pretended not to hear me. When I offered to tell my answer he said he didn't want to know.
    B-O G: Would you just die first? Either from laughter or shock?
    Spring Flower: These cute little ladies also have oral diarrhea, it gets a little tiresome.
    Amber: It has its ups and downs, but definitely better than being sucked dry by bank training.

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