Tuesday, August 18, 2009

My Job

I am now a working gal...as in 'do some work and get a cash reward every 2 weeks' kind of working gal.

How cool is that?

So, hello. My name is Michele and I am your friendly crossing guard supervisor.


I get to work from my house and on my phone and in my car and with people a few hours every day...so I'll still be able to do my volunteer work and bible study and yes, of course, Bella Michele will continue.

And the best part is...I have experience in the whole crossing guard scenario. It didn't help me get hired, though, because it's not the sort of thing I could share with my new boss.


I was a first hand witness to a pedestrian who took his entire life into his hands to save innocent bystanders.

OK...so it was my Uncle John. And we were stuck in our car, in the parking garage, with no hope of getting out thanks to the bazillion other cars trying to do the same thing. My mom was driving and there was no way she was ever going to be able to back her car out without barreling into someone or something...which never really stopped her before, but it was the holidays and she had a cake to bake.

Or something like that.

So my Uncle John gets out of the car (and if this were a really good story, he would've had a whistle in his pocket) and proceeds to stop traffic. By hand. His whole persona changed as he directed more and more traffic...I swear he grew 2 whole feet!

Once we backed safely out of our spot while my Uncle valiantly held all the other automobiles at bay...most of which were honking by now, we started on our way home.

That is, after we got my Uncle...who by this time was having way more fun than he should have, and we had to encourage him to get back into the car.

So when I was asked if I had experience, I just bit my lip and shook my head 'no'.

But inside I was saying, 'heck, yes!'



  1. Ah...the parking garage story. Gets better and better 30+ years later :-)

  2. Ahhh, the memories of one of many holiday trips to the land of Green Bay Packers! You do have to be on guard when you cross through the cheese curtain into the land up north : )

  3. So you get to hire all the grumpy old people who are the crossing guards! Can I send you my parents?

  4. So, my dad didn't have a whistle ~ do you? You could use the whistle to wake up your boys every morning. I'm sure they would appreciate it! If I get a whistle for lunch time, I'm threatening to use it on my kids !


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