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A Day In The Life of a Manny In Largo


This represents, pretty much, my Mondays thru Fridays.  I serve as a Manny for a kid named Alfred.  

4:00 AM -  Alarm goes off and I may snooze one cycle.  I arise, get dressed, and head over to the 24 hour gym.  Since I'm almost always the only one there I put the TV on a news station and then treadmill for at least 3 miles/1 hour.  

5:10 AM - 5:30 AM - I get back to my cell here at Waterboard, fix a pot of coffee and head to the computer to do some reading (New York Times, New York Post and Washington Post).  Catch up my fantasy baseball teams (summer) or football teams (winter).  Check mail.  

6:00 AM - Start watching Morning Joe.  Scarborough (the Conservative) is obnoxious, Mika (the Liberal) mugs at camera but the roundtable regulars are the best on TV.  Geist, Halperin, Haass, Todd, Heilemann, Barnacle, Robinson, Ratliff and Steele, among others are excellent.  Their guest list is pretty damn good, too.  Another plus to MJ is no one does any cooking and they don't go outside to amble among the "Whooing" tourists like the other morning shows.  

7:30 AM - My charge, Miss Alfred arrives.   For first half hour we change diaper (if necessary) and fix bottle (if needed).  

8:00 AM - 10:00/12:00 - 

Classes begin: 

-- Problem Solving 101  


-- Personal Hygiene



--  Modern Dance





10:00 - 12:00 AM for Next 2 Hours

Nap Time.  The greatest part of the day.  

2:00 PM - 3:00 PM



There is a McDonald's down the street as well as a Burger King.  I put Alfred in a stroller and we used to go to McDonald's primarily (because it was farther away) and have a cup of ice cream.  On one trip a couple weeks ago their ice cream machine broke down and the manager gave us three complimentary cookies for our disappointment.  We split one and tucked the other two to give to Norah when we saw her at day's end.   




This is a ramp that takes us to the 2-lane drive thru area of McDonald's.  We have to cross over in order to get back home.  Can you believe a car honked at us once?  A McDonald's employee who was sitting close by have a smoke just shook their head and said, "People".  Jeez, who honks at a guy with a stroller?







On our way home once we saw the nearby crossing school crossing guard stop traffic for someone who wasn't a student, and I thought, oh, neat, maybe she'll do it for Alfred and I.  The next day, armed with a cookie from McDonald's, we strolled on down and darned if she didn't stop traffic on this busy road just for us.  She got a cookie in the deal.  Now, we use her on about half of our trips.  But we always take her a cookie.  We pay for our passage. 



And then we head for home.

3:00 - 4:00 Free time.  Nothing scheduled for this hour.  

4:00 - 4:30 Judge Judy.  She loves her Judy.  

4:30 - 5:30 -  Outside Activities.  We put on her shoes and she likes walking outside.  She has also started climbing so she likes the stairs.  I have one eye out for her and one trained for the black Toyota that will be picking her up.  And then its MY free time.  Whew.  Well, that's the whole day.  That's why I get paid the big bucks.  

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