Hi everybody. I've been meaning to document my thoughts, but I've been busy getting everyone organized. (You know how it is when you're training new parents.) I've been getting used to my new "staff", and aside from some minor indignities I really like them all.
We're still in the process of deciding what they should call me. Officially, I'm called Alexander but I've never been one to stand on pretense. A nickname makes them feel like I'm "one of the gang" so I'm letting them call me Alexander, Alex, or even Xander. Lex has been used on a couple occasions but it has a bit of an "evil genius" feel to it. (...no need to advertise it)
My staff has adopted various titles such as "mom", "dad", "grandpa', and "grandma". I thought it was odd at first, but it seems to be some sort of military rank system. (I learned about rank systems from watching the Discovery channel.) "Mom" seems to correspond to "General" and the others rank somewhere around the "Lieutenant" or "Sergeant" level. I think of myself as a benevolent dictator so I try not to be too heavy handed. However, you need to let everyone know who's in charge.
Well, I'm getting a little hungry so it's time to use "the scream" to summon my staff and get some milk. I'll write more as I get some free time.
1 comment:
Dear Xander,I empathize with your entry. I, too, am in a similar situation and find that a well timed smile and a little hand grab will get the "General" to do whatever you what. Try it the next time you wish to be airlifted instead of using ground transportation. More later, must find something to chew on.
Ella
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