1 post tagged “chutney”

Laxen (a completely made up version of laxness on my part - why it does not exist as a word is beyond me) bosses are the trite wonder of my peeved brain today. We have one. Share one even.

You repeatedly need to rely on people for various things and yet strive for independence in life itself. It's the proverbial sword of double edges. To be let down. To let down. Ive decided to be analgesic about it though. If only for today. I could do an about turn and feel completely septic about it tomorrow.

Here's the beef. I have Louis and am a stay at home mommy for now. But i do the odd bit of work at my old work which is Andrew's new work. That's the bones of what you need to know.

I organise parents and inlaws for baby duties for a four hour shift of (as the yanks would put it) "pulling coffees". Hence this has been done in advance. For obvious reasons. And i have to psyche myself up too, you know.

Readers Digest Version: boss "pulls out" (like the dirty Croatian Catholic he is) at the last minute.

It may not seem like much of a big deal to anyone but me. I realise that. But I still feel doddled and ticked off. And I'm going to claim that feeling and run for the hills with it.

Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

I feel much better. Thanks for that. Who would have known that communal retribution would have such a cathartic effect. If only for the duration of typing it down and baring all to everyone and yet no one all at the same time.

Time to stir the chutney.

Freya (Wifey Mcwifersons)