E and nuff. The Editor is holidaying for another fortnight, the Fluffster won't do extra days to help cover because she, well, just won't.
Two more full-time weeks (usually three days, nicely spaced). I am a complete gutless wonder. I just can't believe people I've known for years would treat me so shabbily.
I've tried explaining the problem (I'm knackered and I can't walk). "You're a bit tense, aren't you?," says Office Manager. Nothing fluffy about her.
"No, no, no, no, not tense, as such, at all, what part of 'I'm knackered and I can't walk' did you not grasp?," says I as my teeth grind down to the gum-line.
"You'll be right to come in tomorrow though, won't you?"
Who's using the family brain cell this week, I think.
Not me, because I say, "Well, yes, I suppose, if there's no one else."
There is never anyone else.
I love this little paper, you see, and I actually care about what's in it. (Goondiwindi Argus, circulation 3,200, dropping like a crow in a heat wave. Follow us on twitter, like us on facebook, subscribe to our not-so-fabulous e-edition. Just don't buy a paper.)
Hopeless at confrontation. I know ulcers aren't caused by stress. If they were, my stomach lining would resemble an isolated, virulent, internal case of smallpox.
I fear they are hoping I'll jump before they push, thereby saving themselves a lot of money. I'm on the ledge, but I'm clinging on by my toenails.
Time to "grow a pair", or call those nice no win, no pay lawyers, who might write a letter about unfair treatment of disabled employees and the financial consequences.
Two more full-time weeks (usually three days, nicely spaced). I am a complete gutless wonder. I just can't believe people I've known for years would treat me so shabbily.
I've tried explaining the problem (I'm knackered and I can't walk). "You're a bit tense, aren't you?," says Office Manager. Nothing fluffy about her.
"No, no, no, no, not tense, as such, at all, what part of 'I'm knackered and I can't walk' did you not grasp?," says I as my teeth grind down to the gum-line.
"You'll be right to come in tomorrow though, won't you?"
Who's using the family brain cell this week, I think.
Not me, because I say, "Well, yes, I suppose, if there's no one else."
There is never anyone else.
I love this little paper, you see, and I actually care about what's in it. (Goondiwindi Argus, circulation 3,200, dropping like a crow in a heat wave. Follow us on twitter, like us on facebook, subscribe to our not-so-fabulous e-edition. Just don't buy a paper.)
Hopeless at confrontation. I know ulcers aren't caused by stress. If they were, my stomach lining would resemble an isolated, virulent, internal case of smallpox.
I fear they are hoping I'll jump before they push, thereby saving themselves a lot of money. I'm on the ledge, but I'm clinging on by my toenails.
Time to "grow a pair", or call those nice no win, no pay lawyers, who might write a letter about unfair treatment of disabled employees and the financial consequences.
there's the Aussie I have grown to know and love!
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