Last night in bed Ray whispered to me that I really don't have to go back to work if I don't want to. LOVE.
I went. Sucker for punishment eh?
Boss (or Bitch according to my friend Tracy) was day offing. Colleague (or Cow according to me, Tracy quite likes her) was at work.
Colleague (who was employed as my maternity cover) didn't seem to like that I was doing her job and sorting through a delivery of donations and so decided to question nearly every item of clothing that I had sorted to be hung, steamed and priced. But the thing is, I really don't care. I have no enthusiasm for my job and couldn't care less whether an item of clothing goes for sale or for rags. She got bored of the questioning when she could see that it didn't bother me.
Colleague said I was having a nice week wasn't I, having sunday, monday and tuesday off. So I told her that yesterday had been a bad day, she asked why and I told her. She turned her back on me and mumbled something about the volunteer who didn't know. Cow.
I suppose it doesn't really sound like it but it was a better day than yesterday. Boss wasn't there and Tracy was. She doesn't mind that I cry at her one moment and laugh the next. And now I have an appointment booked to have a look at those damned evilfibroids, even though it seems years away, it feels like things are moving forward.
Today was better than yesterday. Tomorrow won't be good because both Boss and Colleague are there and they're just such good buddies. *sticks finger down throat making attractive retching noise*
I'm glad today was better than yesterday and send my best that tomorrow is good despite Cow-pie and Bossy Cow working. Gosh, I'm a catty witch. Actually, I'm a sweetheart IRL, if you were nearby, I'd have you and Ray come round for a nice barbeque and cool glass of wine or Abita Amber from New Orleans. That would take away the sting for a little while.ReplyDelete
Aw, thanks Martha, that would be lovely.ReplyDelete
I like those names. Cow-pie and Bossy cow... I might adopt them. The names that is and not the cows!
Work like you don't need money, love like you'll never be hurt, dance like no one's watching and sing like no one's listening.ReplyDelete
Or something like that.
That's all well and good until you forget and start working like no one's listening...ReplyDelete
There's that sense of humor! Perhaps you should just respond to all insensitive comments at work with loud mooing. If nothing else, it should confuse them into a stunned silence.ReplyDelete
I second Danielle's suggestion...moo away!ReplyDelete