Monday, ugghhh. What are we doing for Day 22 of the Ultimate Blog Challenge?
The official assignment is to ask you guys what questions you've got for me?
We kind of had this on Day 10 already. but hey, by all means, go ahead and ask me anything, I'll try to answer it in tomorrow's post.
Other than that I'm going to tell you about my day.
Usually Monday is my day off work. Hubby leaves for work, Colin goes to school. Time for me to get the laundry done, go grocery shopping, maybe drop the recyclables, make lunch, make dinner, you get the picture.
Today, teachers in the entire state have a training day, and therefore the students have a day off.
My son's class has a special project, and it's suggested they use this day to work on it.
In connection with their career orientation, students are to interview someone who does their dream job. Now for those who want to be a nurse or a banker, it may be easy to get an interview. Everybody knows a nurse or a banker or knows somebody who knows a nurse or a banker, right?
Now Colin wants to go into journalism. Sports, preferably. He has a few "celebrities" that he likes, and on occasion he's even met some of them. Steffi Buchli is the hockey lady in Switzerland.
|Career Day 2018|
However, they're hard to approach. E-mailing to Info@TVStation.com usually doesn't produce any answers.
Colin found out the home address of his favorite ice hockey writer, and he sent him a letter, printed on paper that looks like ice, and in the letter he used typical wording that particular guy loves to use himself.
I was pretty sure this was not only going to get his attention but he'd also grant Colin 15 minutes of his time.
Well, it's been over ten days, and nothing.
You can learn something from every situation. In this case, even something useful for the journalism profession: it's difficult to get interview appointments!
Good thing us parents have people within our network. So today at 10am he had a Zoom call with a client of ours who used to work for a radio and a TV station.
Yet another lesson for a future journalist: it's important to know people who know people!
I don't know what happened behind closed doors, but he seemed satisfied with his interview, and we were ready to leave.
It's been a bit of a tradition to have lunch at our favorite Sushi Train Restaurant at the Mall on a day off like this. Today was no exception. Colin loves his sushi. Has been from a very young age. How come?
See, he - along with millions of other toddlers - was obsessed with Disney Cars, the movie and the toys. There was this scene where Mater mistook Wasabi for Pistachio Ice Cream:
Colin would watch it over and over and repeat "scoop, scoop" and giggle.
"Mommy, what does the green stuff taste like?"
I tried to explain. Pungent, spicy, and if you eat too much, it makes you feel like your head will explode.
"But if you only try a tiny bit, like the first serving, will you be OK?"
Sure, in fact, there's a little bit of wasabi in every sushi, I believe.
"What is sushi, can you make it for dinner, please?"
It's raw fish with rice, not sure if you'd appreciate it. Plus it's hard to make, I have neither the skill, the necessary equipment, nor the patience to do it!
"I'm sure I will appreciate it! I like fish sticks, and I like rice. Please, Mommy?"
I can't remember how young he was when I took him to Yoji's for the first time. Between three and four probably.
If it tasted funny, he didn't let on.
Colin especially enjoyed the fact that the dishes may be picked from the sushi train or ordered via tablet, which also featured a regular internet browser, as well as games. So usually for the youngster it's sushi and Tic-Tac-Toe!