Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
When we were tucked inside with the door closed and Milo even more wiggly, he led me to the table where I could see papers scattered all over the desk. Some were clearly charts about Dally’s family, but it didn’t take me long to see what else he was doing.
Working on his resume.
“These look great.” Scanning my eyes over the different variations he’d written out, I pulled him against me and wrapped my arms around him. “This is what you’ve spent all day being vague about. I thought you were shopping for toys.”
Giggling, he shook his head. “No, I was being productive.”
Sitting down, I carefully pulled him onto my lap and snuggled him close. “Being productive is wonderful, but you can be lazy on your day off. You know that, right?”
He nodded but didn’t look worried or guilty as he reached out to shuffle some of the pages. “I was thinking about what you said about working on new goals and figuring out what else I’m good at.”
Digging his phone out of his pocket, Milo pulled up the browser. “I found examples and tried to figure out a resume that makes me look smarter.”
“You need a resume that makes you look as smart as you are.” I gave him a stern glare as he peeked sideways at me. “That was what you meant to say, right?”
Pressing his lips together, Milo nodded. “Yes, Daddy. That’s right.”
“Good. That’s what I thought you meant.” And looking at the phone and the papers with the different styles of resumes listed out, I realized it meant he didn’t have a laptop. “Because you’re smart just figuring out all these different styles of resumes.”
Sitting straighter, Milo smiled wider. “I found a website that takes the job you’ve got and shows you how to explain what you really do. I didn’t realize how much I already do until I started listing it off.”
With the number of jobs he had, that wasn’t a surprise to me.
“And we’re not going to forget all your people skills.” He was amazing with crazy people. “We’re going to figure out how to explain that you handle insane nuts like a pro without having to tell them about my family.”
He leaned into me and laughed. “That can be our last resort.”
“Deal.” Kissing his head, I looked at all his hard work again. “You did a wonderful job, but I’m going to pull a Daddy and give you access to my laptop. I didn’t even think about it, but you’re going to need it to get all of this typed up.”
Something about that had Milo going very still in my lap.
“Was I pushy?” That wasn’t my top guess about what had gone wrong, but I was glad when he shook his head. “Good, because I wasn’t sure how moving you in would be fine but letting you use my computer would be over the line. I was getting ready to text Dally.”
And that got a laugh.
“He’s helpful.” Wiggling, Milo let out a deep breath and seemed to be doing his best to be brave. My patience would only last so long, though, so I was glad when he only made me wait for another minute. “I don’t type very well. I hunt and peck?”
“That’s fine.” I was missing something, though. “Why are you upset by that?”
His huff said he was back to being adorably dramatic but it didn’t worry me. “I moved schools a lot and I kept missing stuff like that. I never even got to take the basic computer courses like Word and Excel. I can barely type unless you count using my phone. But no one counts that.”
Ah.
That would’ve limited his career paths as well.
“Alright, do you want me to listen to you vent or are you asking for solutions? I can’t tell. I’m not being a dick.” I probably sounded like one but that wasn’t my intention.
Milo smiled and kissed my cheek. “Poor Daddy, this isn’t a conversation you were expecting.”
“No, but it’s one I can handle.” Kissing his nose, I smiled when he scrunched it up and tried to look dramatic. “You just have to give me a hint about the direction we’re taking.”
“Um.” Bashful again, Milo shrugged, attempting to look casual. “Both but I think I’ve vented enough?”
So that meant I could jump right to helpful?
He must’ve seen that question on my face because he grinned. “Help please, Daddy.”
Relieved, I charged back in. “There are online programs where you can work on typing skills and learn to use Word and all that stuff proficiently. There are even ones that give you certificates you can put on your resume. I know this because one of the only functional, though distant, branches of the family does a lot of homeschooling and they complain about completely different things than anyone else in the family.”