New Bed

Last night, I was pondering a few things that I would like to do once I do become employed again.  New furniture, and a new bed are at the top of the list.  Our furniture is getting tired, so is our bed.

Both are sagging in places they shouldn’t be sagging.  Much of this is do to age, but it is also due to the fact that beds, couches and love seats are not designed to be gymnastics equipment.  We have bought Mea a mat and my parents bought her a practice balance beam, so I am hoping that it will be safe to buy new furniture after we have her “gym room” set up.

After I started thinking of the new bed, it reminded me of this story….

When I very first started at my last job, one of my previous part-time jewelry store employees was my manager.  It was one of the few things about going to the new job that I was concerned about, because she was a high maintenance employee, so I was really worried about what kind of manager she would be.  I was right to be worried.  I haven’t talked about her being a horrible boss, but I probably should at some point.  No training, yelled at me in front of our employees, was never there, the list goes on and on and on.

One day when she was there, she was trying to sell her mattress and box spring set to anyone who would listen to her talk about it.  She had cornered me, and was really trying to make R and I buy it, although we had a new bed, and I had no need for it.

It was practically new.  She had only had it a few years.  They needed a king size bed for the bedroom in their new house, the queen looked to small in their new master bedroom.  On and on and on and on.

One of our employees was seriously considering buying it.  She and her husband were just starting out, their bed was old and it seemed like a good deal.

I knew that I had to talk her out of it.

I had to wait for our manager to go to lunch before I could say anything.

Finally, she left for lunch.

I pulled Kim aside and told her why she couldn’t buy the mattress.

She practically jumped away from me after I told her.

Now, remember that our manager was my “high maintenance” employee when I managed the jewelry stores.  There was always some sort of drama going on in her life, whether it was her kids, her parents, her husband, her siblings, the cloud in the sky, or a customer looked at her funny.  She constantly had something going on, or some new drama she would bring to the store.

I had to pull her aside and talk to her on many occasions.  I had to send her home after she came to work so distraught about stuff that was going on at home.  Sometimes it was in her head, other times it may have been real stuff going on, but she was prone to exaggeration, so it was always hard to tell.

One evening at the height of Christmas time, she had come to work so distraught, and I was not getting anything productive out of her, she couldn’t even clean the glass cases correctly.  I pulled her aside to have one of our talks, to see what was going on, and to determine if I needed to send her home, or if I could calm her down into actually working.

That’s when she confided in me.

It was so embarrassing, she had never told anyone.

She didn’t know what to do.

I had no idea what to tell her.

In fact, I was speechless.  (That doesn’t happen often.)

You see, her husband wets the bed.  Not just a little.  Drowns the thing, almost every single night.

She clearly forgot about our “talk” from that night, when she was trying to sell that mattress to all of us at the office.  When we had that talk, she was telling me how tired she was, she is up every night changing the sheets, and doing laundry in the middle of the night each night.

I will never forget.  In fact, I see her husband and pretty much always snicker in my head.  There are some things you just should not know about some people.

Her husband is now a pretty high up school official in our school district.

And I know he is a bed wetter.

Happy Friday, my friends.


3 Comments on “New Bed”

  1. I had no idea that story had a surprise ending. I thought it was going to be more of the “you don’t her to have something over your head if you buy that bed.”

  2. Holly says:

    Omg- I have no words for this (which, like you, you know doesn’t happen very often)! That might be the best story I’ve ever heard lol

  3. Jen says:

    I think this story wins. Hands down.

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