You know, it starts off as a mediocre, maybe-I-can-get-through-this-without-spontaneous-combustion type of day and I actually start to relax. This is good. I can do a few more days like this. They're not fighting much, you know. They're happily playing with playdough and butchering the fence outside with hockey sticks (I did have to drag them in here and ask if anyone had $4,000 to give me. No? Well then you might want to stop HITTING MY FENCE.)
So Geekster calls (I would like to call him Maverick and may change his blog alias at some point) and tells me how everyone at his company just got screwed over. Apparently they announced to a very angry crowd that the stock options everyone has - some given, some purchased - will be the victims of a reverse split. So, say, if you had 800 shares you could sell at $1 each, you now have 100 shares you can sell at $8 each. My readers are a smart bunch (but if you keep reading my posts you'll dumb yourself down), so I won't run through the math. This. Royally. Sucks.
Now we're fortunate, because we didn't actually buy any stock. Geekster/Maverick (Mavster? Nah.) was just given a whole bunch of it. But now that whole bunch of it is gone. Retirement fund? What retirement fund? We could retire to a cardboard box with what we have in there right now. Blah. But it's far worse for the employees who truly believed in the company and put some money forward to support the IPO. BTW, this isn't some start-up company, because then one might expect these things to happen. This is a well-established company with decades of private ownership. It's not like anyone could have predicted this. I'm very disappoined for all those people.
After my not quite pleasant but certainly better than yesterday workday ended, the boys and I went to visit Jobthingy and her daughter, Speedy. We had dinner and my children - brace yourself - sat down and ate their meals. No, I'm serious. It was like winning the lottery. I got to finish my food - get this - without getting up once.
No, I'm not lying. No, I didn't drug them. It's like they were actually hungry and wanted mommy to keep that lovely smile on her face a little longer. I thought of calling the papers, but I have heard of rare reports where this has happened before to "other people". Those people you hear about but never meet. They're like the ever elusive Bigfoot of the parenting world.
Then we went to feed ducks. We love the ducks. Unfortunately, a stray cat loved us. A very, very sickly-looking stray cat. So we kept the kids at a distance and Jobthingy called the SPCA on her fancy new cell phone she got with the money from her fancy new job (she's one of those working moms now. I feel special that I know one and that she wants to spend time with lowly me). The animal control person came and told us that the cat would probably be put down. By the condition its in, it looks like it might have the feline version of AIDS. Very sad, as it can't be more than few months old.
Speedy named the cat 'Clown'. It must be one of those so sad it's funny kind of cats. Anyway, please think good thoughts for dear ol' Clown. And if he or she is to be put down, let's hope it's done gently and that Kitty Heaven really does exist and is a grand place to live.
It's now 9:35pm and the boys are in bed. I'm going to have a bath and rest my weary, pregnant bones. I'll probably hop into bed and read either Interview With the Vampire (I heart Ms. Rice) or Freakonomics, which is one that Geekerick (ew, that doesn't work either) picked up a couple of days ago. I am a woman of many interests who reads 2-4 books at any given time, yet I can't formulate a sentence to save my life. Figure that one out.
So Geekster calls (I would like to call him Maverick and may change his blog alias at some point) and tells me how everyone at his company just got screwed over. Apparently they announced to a very angry crowd that the stock options everyone has - some given, some purchased - will be the victims of a reverse split. So, say, if you had 800 shares you could sell at $1 each, you now have 100 shares you can sell at $8 each. My readers are a smart bunch (but if you keep reading my posts you'll dumb yourself down), so I won't run through the math. This. Royally. Sucks.
Now we're fortunate, because we didn't actually buy any stock. Geekster/Maverick (Mavster? Nah.) was just given a whole bunch of it. But now that whole bunch of it is gone. Retirement fund? What retirement fund? We could retire to a cardboard box with what we have in there right now. Blah. But it's far worse for the employees who truly believed in the company and put some money forward to support the IPO. BTW, this isn't some start-up company, because then one might expect these things to happen. This is a well-established company with decades of private ownership. It's not like anyone could have predicted this. I'm very disappoined for all those people.
After my not quite pleasant but certainly better than yesterday workday ended, the boys and I went to visit Jobthingy and her daughter, Speedy. We had dinner and my children - brace yourself - sat down and ate their meals. No, I'm serious. It was like winning the lottery. I got to finish my food - get this - without getting up once.
No, I'm not lying. No, I didn't drug them. It's like they were actually hungry and wanted mommy to keep that lovely smile on her face a little longer. I thought of calling the papers, but I have heard of rare reports where this has happened before to "other people". Those people you hear about but never meet. They're like the ever elusive Bigfoot of the parenting world.
Then we went to feed ducks. We love the ducks. Unfortunately, a stray cat loved us. A very, very sickly-looking stray cat. So we kept the kids at a distance and Jobthingy called the SPCA on her fancy new cell phone she got with the money from her fancy new job (she's one of those working moms now. I feel special that I know one and that she wants to spend time with lowly me). The animal control person came and told us that the cat would probably be put down. By the condition its in, it looks like it might have the feline version of AIDS. Very sad, as it can't be more than few months old.
Speedy named the cat 'Clown'. It must be one of those so sad it's funny kind of cats. Anyway, please think good thoughts for dear ol' Clown. And if he or she is to be put down, let's hope it's done gently and that Kitty Heaven really does exist and is a grand place to live.
It's now 9:35pm and the boys are in bed. I'm going to have a bath and rest my weary, pregnant bones. I'll probably hop into bed and read either Interview With the Vampire (I heart Ms. Rice) or Freakonomics, which is one that Geekerick (ew, that doesn't work either) picked up a couple of days ago. I am a woman of many interests who reads 2-4 books at any given time, yet I can't formulate a sentence to save my life. Figure that one out.