I just graduated college, journalism major, and it's been my life long dream to go to israel. I have a job lined up,and I will start in three months. So here comes the rub, how to pay for the trip. I used up every penny I had to get through schooL. I have to do something. But i'm going if I have to walk(youknow what I mean). So I know Ma and Dad are sick of me, but maybe they are in a good mood. Um Ma, can you help me? Ok, Ma is on board, but not to pay for the whole thing.
All she gave me was $200 she was saving for a pair of Manolo Blahniks , what ever that is, and she says she will talk to Dad. Next day is Saturday, and I hopefully go out to the garage where Dad is working on his project, cabinets for the den. Dad, did mom get a chance to talk to you? Yes, she says you want to go on vacation to Israel.. Yes, and I hope you can get enough money to go. Well, can you be of any help? Yes I decided to give you $200, I believe thats the amount your mother gave you. Yes, but I was hoping I would get more from you. No, you want to go, you figure it out. You're an adult now.
Being an adult sucks at times. and this is definably one of those times. So being a journalist major, I wondered if I could write an ad that would get people to hire me for well paying jobs. After all I have three months, if I work two months I might get enough to pay for the trip. So I wrote my most heartfelt plea in the jobs wanted section. and it worked! One lady called me. She needed a dog walker, I love dogs, ok then. She had a pit bull with attitude,"Pugsley". He was huge, he was strong too.
.Luckily, he liked me. I had several close calls, but managed to keep him off any people, or other dogs. She paid me well, but that was still not going to get me to Israel. Then a guy called. His elevator operator was going on vacation, would I like to fill in for a month? Sure. So there I was, up and down, up and down, down and up. I ran the two blocks to Mrs. Meyers house, to walk Pugsley. It took up my whole break time, and half of my lunch.The elevator operators job, you would think was easy, and it was. It was also frustrating.
Why is it, people get in an elevator, and don't know where they want to go? What floor, I'd say, and they would start to search for the letter, or the little piece of paper that the office number is written on. Why don't they do that before they got into the elevator? I' ve never worked in a restaurant, but they get good tips, don't they? I applied for a part time job waiting tables. I went for the interview, while on my lunch hour. I didn't want to wear my uniform, so I brought a nice outfit in my backpack with my lunch.
So , he said he would give me a try. Come tomorrow at 6:00pm. So then, I get off the elevator job at 5:00 pm, I will go get Pugsley and walk him, and come straight from work to the restaurant. Mrs, Meyers suggested I could take a shower and change at her house, and I did. So this was my life for a month. The elevator operator came back from vacation, but the other guy left, so I continued for another month. When it was time to leave the elevator operators job, they gave me a cake, and were sorry to see me go. I found Jeff, he is a veterinary student, and he will walk Pugsley.
I found a replacement for my waitress job too. Mom! Turns out she used to waitress, and was feeling like she needed to get out of the house. Dad was all for it, and she can make some of her own spending money, he said. I had a month left, before I started my permanent job, so I went down to the travel agent with Mom and Dad, when we got there the agent shook their hands like he knew them . Turns out he did. My mother, and my father had purchased a ticket for me over a month ago. I was so proud of you Dad said, how you were really determined to realize your dream .I couldn't say anything, I just cried. Everyone should have parents like you two. No, every one should have a daughter like you , Dad said. It's really happening,
I'm on my way to Israel!
