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My Wonderful Obsession
Part 3: A New Job
The snow started falling in mid-November that year. It was always Phil's
job to do the outside work, like mowing the lawn, taking out the
garbage, and shoveling the snow off the driveway and sidewalk. Most of
the time he did it without Mom having to remind him. I'm sure he
preferred those jobs to the ones I had to do, like cleaning bathrooms
for example. Phil was over six feet tall now, and that fact made
cleaning around his toilet quite yucky, to say the least. I was only
five-foot-four, but the walls and floor around my toilet were getting
messy too. I don't need to draw a picture of what I'm talking about!
One day after putting the finishing touches on my bathroom, nature
called and I unzipped to relieve myself. But I couldn't bring myself to
mess up my nice workmanship so soon, so instead I pulled my pants and
boxer shorts down to my ankles and sat on the toilet seat. I never stood
up to pee at my toilet, or anyone else's in their home, ever again
after
that. But there's no chance that I'd ask Phil to do the same, or tell
him what I was doing! I'm sure he thought his little brother was a bit
of a fruitcake already, and I wasn't about to confirm his suspicions.
Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years came and went before I knew what
happened. High School was so great compared to Middle School, even if we
ninth graders felt like little kids all over again compared to the
mature-looking seniors. Some of the senior guys even had beards, and
many of the girls seemed so much more grown up, like real women. I found
myself envying the ones of both sexes who had a great sense of style,
and who wore clean, sharp-looking, well coordinated clothes. But most
students weren't at all like that. There were several distinctive groups
who could be identified by their hair and clothes. Some, like the
grunge
crowd, ironically seemed to be wearing uniforms, they all looked so
similar. Then there were the sports fanatics, like my brother, who wore
whatever wasn't in the washing machine that day and was reasonably free
of gaping holes. That wasn't me! All I cared about was that when people
looked at me, they'd see everything in place and well coordinated, and
they wouldn't see me wearing the same thing twice in a given month. So I
had to learn how to mix and match all my clothes! I guess you could say
I was more in the 'preppy' category.
But I was still growing, and keeping my closet stocked with nice clothes
was becoming a big challenge on my allowance. I was lamenting this fact
to Mom one evening at the dinner table, and she announced it was time
for me to get a part-time job if I insisted on buying so many new
clothes.
"But Mom, I'm only fourteen, what kind of job could I get?"
"I suppose that's a bit of a problem," she said. "How about at the
McDonalds or Burger King? They hire students to cook and clean - you're
good at those things."
"I guess I could try that. But isn't there anything I could do in your
business? Like helping with the paperwork or something? You know,
something I could do at home at night and on the weekends?"
Mom chuckled and looked thoughtful for a moment. "Well, I could get you
to enter all my invoices and bills in the new computer I just bought.
I've always done all my bookkeeping in ledger books, but my accountant
wants everything on a disk from now on. I have no idea how to use a
computer, but you take computer classes at school. Does that sound like
something you could do?"
"Sure, I could try. I don't know anything about accounting, though.
Could you teach me?"
"Oh, that wouldn't be a problem, but you'd have to be very accurate.
Entering the wrong numbers in the wrong places makes a big mess that
takes forever to sort out."
"Mom, you know how fussy I am about doing things right. You don't have
to worry about me."
Mom laughed and said, "Yes, I know you very well! You'll be perfect for
this kind of work."
I was thrilled with the direction our conversation was going. Time to
ask the big question: "So how much does the job pay?"
Mom looked caught off guard. "I don't know," she replied. "I'll have a
chat with the accountant and see what he thinks would be reasonable,
since I'd have to claim it as a business expense."
A few days later, back at the dinner table, Phil excused himself early
so he could hang out with his friends. Then Mom told me she'd spoken to
the accountant and that he'd given her some great advice.
"Honey, I've got good news for you. Mr. Bennett says hiring you to do my
computer work is exactly what's right for you and me financially. Up
till now, I've been giving you an allowance out of my after-tax income,
but if I pay you out of my business, I don't have to pay tax on the
money you get. You won't either because you won't be earning enough."
"You mean you can't pay me very much?" I interjected.
"No, honey, I don't mean that. It's because you're going to school full-
time and this is only part-time work. You have to be working a lot more
hours before you'd have to pay any tax."
"So how is this supposed to work?" I asked, getting more interested.
"Well, AFTER you finish your homework, you can work on my accounting. I
bought a software program that Mr. Bennett recommended, but I've been
too afraid to try using it. Your first task will be to learn how to use
the software."
That sounded a bit scary to me too. "I'll do my best," I promised. "But
how about the pay?"
Mom's eyes rolled, but when she looked at me they were sparkling.
"You're so much like me!" she said with a big smile. I absolutely loved
her face, especially when she was smiling. "That's the good part. Mr.
Bennett says I should pay you as much as I can afford to, within reason
of course, because the more you earn the less I have to take from the
company and pay tax on. But from now on you'll be buying all your own
clothes and paying for your own entertainment, like movies and such. And
one other condition: you have to save at least ten percent of whatever
you make. That'll teach you a life lesson that I had to learn the hard
way after your Dad was killed." Tears formed in her eyes as she
mentioned Dad.
I felt like I'd just graduated to the big leagues of the business world.
I was going to earn my own money and learn a useful skill at the same
time! "Mom, I'm so excited! This is perfect!" I went right over to where
she was sitting and hugged her from behind, burying my face in her
long,
sweet smelling hair. "I promise I'll do my best to make you proud of
me."
"Sandy, I'm already proud of you. Both of you," she added, making sure
not to exclude her other son from praise, even if he wasn't present.
"Now get your homework done and then we can look at the work you'll be
doing.
"We can do it now, or after we get the kitchen cleaned up I mean. I
don't have any homework tonight."
We quickly loaded the dishwasher, cleaned the serving dishes, and wiped
down the counters and table. Then we retreated to Mom's office and,
pulling another chair up to her desk for me, she proceeded to explain
what all the rows and columns in her ledger books were for. I had to
force myself to pay attention because I loved to stare at her
beautifully formed letters and numbers. I was always trying to mimic her
perfect printing and handwriting, but I knew I had a long way to go.
Mom
also explained the basic concepts of credits and debits, and the double-
entry system. Surprisingly I got the idea even though it didn't make
much sense at first.
Mom showed me the unopened software box and suggested I look over the
user's guide inside, then try to install the software in her new
computer, which was set up on her desk but hadn't been turned on yet.
She said it had Windows 95 in it, whatever that was. So I read the
section on installation, then switched on the PC and after it booted up,
I shoved the accounting software's floppy disk in, and in no time it
was
up and running and prompting me to start setting up my accounts. This is
where I got bogged down - I had no idea what to do next. So I told Mom
I'd have to read more of the manual, and maybe get some outside advice.
The next day at school, I asked the instructor in the computer lab if he
knew anything about our accounting software program, and he said not
specifically, but there was a student he knew whose parents were using
that program in their family business. "Do you know Julia Taylor?" he
inquired.
"Sure, I know her, she's a friend of mine," I replied. "I'll see if she
can help me."
Julia wasn't hard to track down since she was in my next class. I passed
her a note asking if she thought one of her parents would be willing to
come over and give Mom and me some help and advice on the software. The
note came back with a reply in the affirmative, and Julia turned around
and gave me a wink and a nod to seal the deal. After class, she came
over and walked with me to the library. We both had a spare, and I was
happy to get the chance to spend some time with her.
"So you're getting into the accounting biz?" asked Julia. "I just knew
you were going places."
I laughed out loud. "I wish, but I'm just trying to, like, help my Mom
get her computer up and running so she can do all her accounting on it.
I mean, so I can do it - she's going to hire me part time to do all the
data entry for her cleaning business."
"Oh, that sounds like what I'm doing. My folks aren't overly computer-
literate, and besides it's a great way for me to make some spending
money without having to, like, flip burgers or something."
"What kind of business do you have?" I asked, a little surprised at how
Julia's situation was so much like mine.
"Catering," she replied. "We do functions, mostly. Like weddings, grad
parties, you know - stuff like that. My Mom does all the business end
and my Dad looks after the food. He's a pretty good chef."
"So how much accounting is there for you to do? Like, how many hours a
week do you work?"
"Oh, let me think - I'd guess about six or seven hours a week. But they
also get me to help with their catering jobs. You know, setting tables,
serving, cleaning up - well, when I'm not too crazy with homework, that
is."
"And they pay you for that, too?"
"Of course, silly! It's a business, so everybody has to get paid. It's
all figured into what they charge their customers. They keep track of
all their expenses, like food, rentals, labor - I mean I do that - so
they know how much they're making on each job they do. Or losing,
sometimes!"
"Sounds really interesting," I said, genuinely impressed that you could
have a successful business serving others like that. But then I
remembered that my Mom was doing the same kind of thing, and I was going
to be involved too! I hoped that Julia and I would become closer
friends
now that we were doing the same kind of part-time work. "So do you think
you and your Mom would be willing to come over to our place and give us
some pointers about the accounting software? I mostly don't know how to
set up the accounts and the manual's not too helpful."
Julia looked me in the eye warmly, and replied, "You must have forgotten
I still owe you one for standing up to that jerk Justin Bradford for
me.
I'd love to come over and help you out, and my Mom has no say in the
matter - she's coming too! I'll talk to her when I get home and let you
know when she's free - let me have your phone number."
I wrote our name, address and phone number down on my note pad, tore off
the sheet and passed it to Julia. "Oh, you have such nice printing,
Sandy," she gushed. "I wish I could print like that." Thank my Mom, I
thought. "I'll give you a call tonight and we can set a date."
True to her word, when the phone rang that night around eight, it was
Julia. I hadn't mentioned anything to Mom yet. "How does tomorrow after
dinner sound? What time are you usually finished?"
I cupped the mouthpiece with my hand and asked Mom, "Can Julia and her
Mom come over after supper tomorrow night? They're going to show us how
to set up the software."
"That would be fine - what time do they want to come?"
"Is seven-thirty okay?" I asked Julia. "Seven-thirty it is," came the
reply. "See you then."
As I hung up the phone, Mom said "You and I will have to tidy up a bit -
your brother and his friends made a mess of the living room on the
weekend."
'That figures,' I thought, 'we're always picking up after Phil'. "Okay,
no problem Mom, but we're only going to be in your office, anyway."
'Oh, Sandy, you can't have company over without entertaining them. We
need to do some baking and serve tea or coffee. Can you make some of
those oatmeal chocolate chip cookies of yours before they come over? I
could bake some banana bread tonight."
Mom had taught me how to do basic cooking and baking when I was younger.
She said it was a 'life skill' that everyone should have. But Phil was
content to get by on other life skills, and he often kidded me about the
stuff I did around the house. "Sandy, you'll make someone a fine wife
one day," he said more than once, and I usually turned two shades of
red, but I secretly liked the jibe and took it more as a compliment than
an insult. And why not? Mom, who had been a wife, was my biggest hero,
and she taught me all those things.
"Sure, Mom. How about I put them in the oven just after they get here,
so they'll still be warm when we're finished talking about the
software?" She nodded, and then we set about cleaning up Phil's mess. I
did the vacuuming. When everything was in its proper place, I retreated
to my room to finish my homework and get ready for bed.
The next evening all three of us ate together. Phil excused himself to
go to his room to study for a mid-term exam the next day. As usual, Mom
and I did all the cleanup. When we were done I pulled my bowl of dough
out of the fridge, ready to spoon it onto cookie sheets. Mom said,
"Sandy, you made so much! We'll be eating cookies for the next month!"
"I hope so," I laughed. You know how I love oatmeal chocolate chip
cookies."
Then she asked me, "Sandy, would you mind mailing some envelopes for me?
Your friends won't be here for another half hour."
"Mom, it's like 20 below out there! I'll have to bundle up pretty warm
to make it back alive from the mailbox."
Mom reached for a fuzzy white knit sweater that was draped over the back
of a chair. "Here, put on my turtleneck - it's nice and cozy. And you
can wear my suede boots too."
I gratefully accepted the offers and put them on. Pulling on my coat,
hood and mitts, I grabbed the stack of envelopes and headed out the
front door. It was brutally cold and I was thankful for Mom's turtleneck
sweater, which also covered my butt, and the nice fleece-lined boots
with the grippy soles. The mailbox was only three blocks away, but it
seemed like miles. On the way back, I spotted a car pulling into our
driveway and broke into a jog.
Julia and her Mom were just approaching the front door when I caught up,
out of breath. "Hi there - sorry, I was just mailing some letters.
You're a bit early!"
"Oh, hi Sandy," said Julia. "Mom, this is my friend Sandy!"
"Pleased to meet you Sandy," her Mom said as I opened the front door for
them. "Nice to meet you too, Mrs. Taylor. Mom, they're here!" I called
out as I shut the door, relieved to be back in the warmth of our house.
I noticed my rosy red face in the front hall mirror. Mom appeared and,
after introductions, asked "May I take your coats?" I quickly pulled off
my outerwear and put it away, then we all headed for the living room.
"Please have a seat," said Mom, motioning towards the couch and chairs.
I had a chance to check out Mrs. Taylor - she was very classy looking,
dressed in a grey business suit and skirt, with that 'big' hair that was
still popular in the 90's, at least with women who could pull it off.
She could! But her daughter was quite different - she was dressed as
usual in baggy jeans and sweatshirt, with short straight hair and
overdone eye makeup.
"Sandy tells me your family runs a catering business," Mom led off. "It
sounds very interesting."
"Oh, it's a living," said Mrs. Taylor with a smile. "A lot of hard work
and late nights. But we love the people and my husband likes to cook.
Me, I like the challenge of making an event all come together, and
seeing a lot of happy, satisfied people."
"I have a small housecleaning business," said Mom without waiting to be
asked what she did for a living. "But your job sounds like a lot more
fun." She glanced in my direction. "Sandy, you should put your baking in
the oven now," she reminded me.
"Oh yeah!" I got up and headed for the kitchen, and noticed I'd
forgotten to take off Mom's turtleneck in the panic at the front door. I
could still hear the conversation.
As I started to spoon the dough onto a cookie sheet, Mrs. Taylor spoke
next. "You have such a lovely daughter, and she likes to bake, too?"
There was silence for a few seconds, then I could hear Julia giggling.
"Mom, Sandy's a boy - remember?" she said in a loud whisper. More
silence.
"Oh, I'm SO sorry," came Mrs. Taylor's voice. "I don't know what to say
..." She sounded genuinely embarrassed, and I could feel my face going
even redder than it was when I came back from my errand. But looking
back on the occasion, it was an easy mistake that anyone could have
made. First there was my name. Second, I wasn't exactly dressed like a
boy, I had rosy red cheeks, and I still had that unmistakable high
voice. Then there was my face, which even with my short hair could
easily pass for a girl's.
Mom was laughing good-naturedly. "Oh, please Mrs. Taylor, don't feel bad
about it - it's not the first time he was mistaken for a girl. You
should have seen him when he was two! I took some very cute pictures ..."
When I heard that, I rushed back into the living room. "MOM - please!!"
"Sandy, I apologize ..." Mrs. Taylor had this horrified look on her face.
"I'm afraid I completely forgot. Julia told me about meeting you back
when school started, but some of the details must have slipped my mind."
"That's okay, Mrs. Taylor," I offered, trying to calm the waters. "I
kind of look like my Mom, and besides I borrowed her sweater to go to
the mailbox. It's an honest mistake."
"Well, it's your name, too and your voice is also, um, a little high for
a teenage boy. I have to admit I was completely fooled."
"The baking part would've done it for me," added Julia, who was still
struggling to contain her amusement.
"Oh yeah, I need to finish what I was doing," I said, eager to get out
of the room before I went all red again.
"Julia, why don't you go help Sandy with her ... I mean HIS - oh my
goodness, I'm having such a bad day ..." Mrs. Taylor looked horrified all
over again. "Please go help Sandy with the baking," she managed to
croak. Julia jumped up and followed me - she had a look of pure mirth on
her face.
"Oh, that was just CHOICE," she laughed. "I've never seen Mom so
embarrassed. And I thought this was going to be a boring evening ...
NOT!!"
"Well, the boring part hasn't started yet, but right now I'm kind of
looking forward to it."
Julia got more serious. "Well, I did warn you that trouble follows me
around. But I guess I should apologize too for laughing about it. I hope
you're not mad at me - I really like you a lot, no matter what you look
like."
I was about to echo that sentiment, then thought better of it. "As long
as we're friends that's all I care about." I told her sincerely. "Here,
you can spoon dough onto that sheet - five across and three down." I
held the oven door open while Julia slid the cookie sheets in, then set
the timer for 15 minutes. "Okay, we can head down to Mom's office and
take a look at the software."
The two Moms were still chatting in the living room while Julia and I
started setting up the accounts. Every couple of minutes I'd go back and
ask my Mom a question, or Julia would ask hers, or we'd check with both
of them. Soon the oven chimed and Mom took out the cookies. Phil, who
must have been drawn by the aroma, came downstairs, said 'Hi' to our
guests, and retreated back to his room with a plateful of goodies.
In less than an hour, we were all done. All that was left to do was
enter Mom's client and vendor details and start inputting all the
numbers. I'd be busy for a while doing that, since I needed to put in
everything from the previous year - so I'd get a start on that the next
day.
"Wow, it all makes so much sense now, Julia," I said. "You know a lot
about accounting and you're a great teacher too. But it's time for
treats!" I led her back into the kitchen where we arranged some cookies
and banana bread on a serving platter. Then we grabbed plates and
napkins and rejoined the ladies, who were sipping cups of herbal tea and
talking about their respective families. They looked up as we entered
and said in unison, "You're done already?"
"Yup!" answered Julia as she offered some goodies to our Moms. "Their
business works a lot like ours. Besides, Sandy's a quick study. I don't
think he'll have any trouble at all."
"Thank you so much Julia, and you too, Miranda," said Mom. "I wish I
could do something for your family."
"Oh, Mrs. Johnson, didn't Sandy tell you? He helped me out at school
last fall, so I was just repaying the favor. You don't have to do
anything at all!"
"That's right, Isabel," said Mrs. Taylor. "It's nice to be able to do
something for you and Sandy, and besides I'm really enjoying getting to
know you. Sandy, your cookies are delicious! Would you come work for
me?" she joked.
"Maybe I will some day," I answered with a smile, thankful for the
compliment. In spite of Mrs. Taylor's little 'mistake' (or maybe because
of it?), I found myself liking her a lot too.
It was almost nine-thirty when our guests got up to leave. "It's been
such a nice evening - well, except for my little faux pas at the
beginning, I mean," said Mrs. Taylor as they were donning their coats.
She turned to me, an expression of regret on her face once again. "I
promise I won't forget next time!"
"Oh, I'm okay, Mrs. Taylor," I reassured her. "I guess it was kinda fun
being one of the girls this evening," I said with a wink. "Bye-bye, and
thanks again for the help."
*****
Julia and I were eating lunch together the next day at school. "Mom was
still shaking her head about you all the way home," she reported. "I was
trying to tell her that it's hard to tell the difference these days -
you know, like, boys and girls wear the same thing a lot."
"That's true," I agreed.
"But then she said with you it's different, and you're ... oh, nothing. I
shouldn't have mentioned it."
"I'm what? What did she say?"
"Okay, but promise you won't take this the wrong way." I nodded my
agreement, and Julia leaned closer. "She said you're the prettiest 14-
year-old boy she's ever seen," she whispered.
I laughed nervously. "Well, I'll take that as a compliment - maybe. I
guess I shouldn't mind, but it's probably just a phase I'm in. I'll
probably be all macho, with a deep voice and a big beard by tenth grade,
and then she won't think I'm so hot!"
"But I still will!" Julia assured me with a big smile.
"Who thinks you're so hot?" came a girl's voice from behind me. I swung
around, and there stood Kathleen holding a tray. "Room for one more?"
"Sure, sit down! Julia, this is my neighbor Kathleen. Kath, Julia -
she's my new friend - been helping me learn to use accounting software."
"Hi Julia - I've seen you around but I've never met you. How did you
meet this loser?" She delivered that last line with her arm wrapped
tight around my shoulders.
"Loser?? He's my HERO!" Julia shot back. I thought I detected a hint of
jealousy in her face. "He rescued me from a bully."
"Aww, I always like pulling his chain - but he enjoys it, don't you
sweetie?" She turned to Julia, and said, "I'm so proud of him - you
know, Sandy and I have been best buds since ... I dunno, how long?"
"Since I was still changing your diapers," I deadpanned. "At least a
year or two ago."
"Touch?!" she laughed. "Well, any friend of Sandy's is a friend of mine,
that is, if they'll have me! I can be pretty high maintenance, you
know."
"I'll tell the world," I agreed, rolling my eyes. "But be careful," I
warned her, "Julia says she's a lot of trouble too - you might have met
your match!"
We all had a good laugh, and Kath, always going for the last word, added
with a wink at Julia, "At least Sandy's always easy to get along with -
you know, Miss Congeniality ..."
Julia's face took on a quizzical look, and before she could say anything
else, Kath rose from the table. "See you two around, I'm late for my
next class. Nice meeting you, Julia!" And she was gone.
I leaned over towards Julia. "Kath's a real character, isn't she? We've
actually known each other since we were both three. She's always been my
best friend." I noticed a slightly pained expression on Julia's face.
"Not a girlfriend, though," I clarified with a shake of my head. Julia
looked me in the eye for a few seconds.
"Sandy, can I ask you a very personal question?" I nodded silently, a
little worried about what might be coming. Julia put her face inches
from mine, and whispered, "Do you think you might be gay ...? It's okay if
you are, I'm totally cool with it ... or you can tell me I'm way out of
line to ask you that."
Now I was taken completely aback. I must admit I'd wondered about that
myself, but I didn't know anything for sure. All I did know is that I
had no interest at all in other boys, but I really liked being with
girls, so the answer must be no.
"Uh, it's okay - I don't mind you asking," I replied in a low voice.
"You must think I am after last night, some things I said like being one
of the girls and the other stuff. But the truth is, I'm like, not into
guys at all. I'm definitely into girls though." I hoped that would
answer her concerns. (Looking back from the present, it wasn't as common
in the 90's for a teen to come 'out of the closet' - I think they'd be
more likely to deny it if questioned like I was. But if I'd known then
how my life would turn out, I might have answered differently. Or maybe
I would have just kept my mouth shut ...)
"Sandy, I'm your friend. But I guess I'm a little relieved to hear you
say that - it would be kind of like, a waste of a nice guy, if you know
what I mean." She was staring into my eyes, and there was that warm
tingle down my spine again! I didn't know what to say.
So many things to ponder and question when you're in your teens, trying
desperately to figure out who you really are. That's what was going
through my mind later that night. Was Julia falling in love with me? Or
was it just me feeling infatuated with her because she could connect
with me on an emotional level? Or both - that was a scary thought!
To be continued ....
Emely
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