Archive for October, 2011

Honey I’m still free…

October 31, 2011 2 comments

Last night I went to a talk by Gigi Levy, who has now made his hobby as an angel investor in start ups into his primary activity (up until a few months ago he was the CEO of 888).

He kept his audience entranced well past 21:00 – no small feat. He spoke about the accelerated world we live in, how businesses have to stay on the ball to keep up. I left wound up and confused but inspired, and I came away with a clearer idea of the direction I need to take.

One of the things he talked about was hiring – he implored the audience to hire beyond the mould, not to only hire the 20 – 30 something programmers who all studied abc at xyz – to take a chance on a 50 something programmer, to bring on board the people who are different and creative: they may bring something else to your company; that elusive factor that often leads to great success.

This really struck a nerve with me. I’ve always felt like a bit of an outsider, like I could never really crack the social code. It’s taken a long time to get where I am, to accept my differences, to feel proud of my abilities, and to have found a group of friends (and family, which should go without saying) who also accept me, my talents, my limitations, and provide me with such love and support and encouragement.

So it was heartening to hear someone like Gigi talk like that – encouraging others to hire people who don’t always fit into the mould. To take a chance on us.

Categories: ADHD, Israel, Opinion, Start up

Insult without injury?

October 29, 2011 3 comments

There is nothing like a really bad mother to remind you that you are a good one.

One of our neighbors verbally abuses her children – I’m not talking about the odd rough day (which happens to the best of us); it’s a non-stop belligerant stream of insults and name calling. Her son is about 6 and her daughter is about 9 or 10. Some of the lovely things she shouted at her children just today:

– “I swear I am going to slap you! You think I won’t? You think I care about you? WHAT AM I YOUR SERVANT?”

– “NO! I SAID NO! Stop walking around constantly you hyperactive thing”

– “I swear I am going to kick you out of the house don’t think I won’t”


That’s pretty much how it is all day every day, and with every insult my stomach turns over. I find it heartbreaking to imagine children growing up in such an environment. I have called the police in the past over physical domestic abuse, but what should one do in a case like this? What would you do?

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October 16, 2011 Leave a comment

The other day my SIL was telling me that in an hour flat she managed to do errands that usually take her a week when she has her kids with her. Does it work like that for everyone? Cause it doesn’t for me – I get my errands done fast enough, but then I go to the till and things go to hell in a hand basket.

  • The customer in front of me decides to pay with 3 different types of vouchers, some expired. They have to call the head cashier, Irena, who has to call head office to get approval for payment. Head office says “Haha. Ahahaha. No”. The customer argues with Irena. Irena argues with the customer. Then the customer decides to pay with a check so post dated that the cashier has to call Irena, always Irena, who has to call head office…
  • The cashier is new and makes a mistake on every second item. Then we wait for Irena to come by and swipe her card. This time Irena is on a break.
  • This only happens when I buy a lot of fruit and veges: the cashier doesn’t know the fruit and veg codes by heart and has to look through piles of paper to find the right code and then p-a-i-n-s-t-k-i-n-g-l-y enters the numbers in Then she makes a mistake and has to call Irena to come swipe her card. Irena to aisle 5!
  • The communication between the till and credit card company goes down. Who does she call? Irena. What can Irena do about it? Nothing.
  • The woman in front of me forgot to get something. So she goes to get it. This happens 5 times.
  • The man in front of me keeps asking the cashier how much an item cost. The cashier stops, has to scroll up to the item. He decides he doesn’t want it. The cashier calls Irena…
  • The customer in front of me buys something on special, but the till registers it at regular price.
  • This isn’t the whole list. Not even close. There are so many more I am not even kidding you.

I have devoted a lot of deep thought to why this happens to me every single time (I have a lot of spare time waiting in line) and I have come to the most sensible conclusion (and I think Occam would agree): it’s neither normal nor natural – it’s SUPERNATURAL. Obviously.

It’s my payment to the universe. I have a good life, a loving husband, and two beautiful, healthy children. Waiting in line for hours is the universe’s way of balancing out all the good stuff. Waiting for Irena to swipe her card keeps away the tsunami. I have to believe this because it is the only thing between someone who is waiting quietly and breathing deeply while Irena takes her smoke break, and this:

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Idioms for parents

October 10, 2011 1 comment

You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make it drink. You can’t make the little horse eat either.

Not a bite. Not ONE BITE. And you know she likes french toast. And you made it all vanilla-flavored and everything. She has eaten it before AND SHE LIKES IT. But now she won’t touch it.

After a battle that lasts way longer than it should you know you should just leave it alone but you can’t. You’re squeezing the life out a war you are likely to lose, but you just cannot let it go. Not this time.

She’s all sizing you up now, dark velvet eyes narrow at you while she tilts her head ever so slightly to the left. She is examining her opponent, getting a feel for the situation. She sighs a little, it’s almost inaudible, but you hear it and you can smell victory – it’s so close you can almost taste it. Because she sees you’ve dug in with this one, and she grudgingly surrenders. The little shit girl horse agrees to lick it.

You agree to her terms. She places the tip of her tongue on the very edge of a corner of a piece of your delicious vanilla-flavored French toast. She shudders violently and makes a face like she has licked pond scum.

HA! I GOT HER TO LICK IT. I definitely won that battle. Oh yeah, for sure. This 4.9 year old has most surely met her match.


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