Wednesday, May 23, 2012

title pic Treacherous times…

Posted by dulwichmum on Mon 15 December 2008

What does it say about the esteem in which I am held at my place of work, that my Big Boss has given me this frightful pastel, floral, vinyl, wipe clean lap top bag as a Christmas gift? OHMYGOD!

BB clearly doesn’t consider me to be a go getting, kick-ass business woman (wail).

Yes I am feminine in the work place, but I consider myself to a vamp: More Joan Collins from Dynasty, than Mrs Godsey from the Waltons (blows nose loudly).

Damn this horrid credit crunch, I will not be jobless in the new year… (Shrieks) I REFUSE (stamps foot).

Can you imagine ME? Taking the dog for walks and then hanging around the house all day in a horrid cashmere track suit and vile MBT trainers. Baking (I could end up the size of Nigella Lawson!) and S-E-W-I-N-G (feigns vomiting), supervising homework (clutches chest), practicing vile din each evening with the darlings – spending time together bonding as a family (dabs eyes dramatically). What about my nails (blows nose)?

No really, it is not for everyone.

I shall purchase the BB a book on composting and some gardening gloves on the way home this evening. Two can play that game, I am not yet quite as expensive as him, and I feel he is past his peak…

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