By: Sofia Jemal
Sofia is LMO's Sister. She works with her full time and is LMO's full time driver
“You work with LMO? That's so much fun”
“LMO is your sister? I didn't know that! How fun!”
“So like, are you very organized?”
“Does being organized run in the family?”
“There's a third sister? And she works with you guys too?”
These are samples of questions that I get asked on a daily basis. Most people who know any of us Tawil girls know that our organization stems from our mother, Marilyn. She has OCD. REAL OCD. For those of you who constantly wonder if I really am as organized as Sara and if she only hired me because I'm her sister, the answer goes as follows:
As much as Sara and I are very much the same, we are also very different. Yes, we were both born from the same OCD womb. We both had the same slipper thrown at us if our dirty laundry was not thrown in the hamper and were both given "the look" if our dirty plates weren't put in the sink. Some things we do are of course the same but, and this is one major but, we are VERY different. I am an early riser, whereas she is a late sleeper. I shop every store for my groceries and Sara gets everything delivered. I go to sleep before 10:30, she's up till 1AM. I am chronically five minutes early and Sara is chronically five minutes late. There are others, but you get the idea.
In October of 2013 I was officially initiated into the LMO team. My first assignment was to make pick ups from IKEA. My mom was so afraid of what would combust between both Sara and I that she decided to take the first IKEA trip with me. Sara was unpacking a move-in job and I was to pick up all the necessities and extras that she finds she needs as the job progresses. I needed to pick up a table, a lamp, a mirror and some other things I cannot recall at the moment.We shopped the store, retrieved all of the things we needed off the shelves and then we headed to the “pick it” section. Please keep in mind that I was an avid IKEA shopper. I had been Married for 5 years, had 2 kids under the age of 4 and had moved 3 times. With each move came a newly redecorated space using mostly IKEA products as they have the most bang for their buck. The shopping initiation continued, I moved fast, I carried all of our items, I made friends with the helpers at IKEA and best of all I was in control of my own flatbed. Mom saw my strength. By the time we paid, packed our bags, hauled ass to the car and loaded it, I realized I needed a vacation. We drove around Brooklyn dropping off each clients items to their respective homes where I was of course the runner. By the time we landed at our last stop, I QUIT. It was enough. I was at a point in my life where I was spinning six days a week and had the heart rate of an athlete. But this was all too much. I had quit. I was done with LMO. My sister needed my help and I loved her, unfortunately not enough to warrant that kind of physical labor. And then I got paid. I realized I loved her a lot more than I thought. I had un-quit and reapplied for the job.