Sometimes I just want to throw myself on the floor, have a good old fashioned temper tantrum, yell at my union rep, and just stop being so darn NICE! I want to be able to follow my day planner, hour by hour, take my lunch break, smoke break, and coffee break. I want to renegotiate my contract. I want amendments!
And how about a raise? This is not what I went to school for! (hee, hee, I always think its funny when people strike on that premise. Didn't you go to school so that you could be gainfully employed? Quit your whining!)
And where's my support staff? Where's my janitor? my secretary? my events coordinator? Pierre, the massage guy? Where's the cook? the baker? the candlestick maker? Where's the compensation board? Health and Safety? Where's my company car? My airmiles? Where's my paid holiday time?
Now, I know I'm being ridiculous. I know all the cute stuff about being paid in sloppy kisses and eternal gratitude and warm memories. I know the shtick about choices and the stuff that comes with self-employment. I know the horrer of office politics, whiney people you have to share your coffee breaks with, demanding bosses with sweaty armpits and nasty sweaters. I know the tedium of filing, being the "new girl" for years on end, having a sadistic witch for a supervisor. I know hurriedly packed brown bag lunches consumed in underventilated walk-in closet excuses for staff rooms. I know clock-watching, card-punching, and work evasion tactics.
There's just no clever way to wrap up this little rant about employment. I know I've got it good. I like being my own boss. (well, let's face it, the toddlers are the bosses.....) I really like little people sitting on my lap. I actually like being the flexible daycare lady who rarely says no. I like reading rhymey, silly books for years on end. I love animal crackers and little clothes.
So, my virtual support staff? What say ye? Throw me a bone, would ya?
11 comments:
no truly supportive comments, but if i was two i would hope my mom would choose you to be my daycare lady.
i like the sound of flexible, and i love animal crackers.
I got your back Joyce ... as soon as the mutineers over here are picked up by the travelling circus I sold them into --
--Krina
(darn circus people reneged ... maybe the carnies ... )
when's coffee, i'm sooo in, will even bring the darned stuff just to get out of HERE!
I just came out of that place....sure I will be there again in another few days...meanwhile...let's do lunch...double lattes all around ;)
I'd be virtually supportive if this ONE toddler left me enough energy to think.
I just said 'yes' to something - I've no idea what, but now I have to figure out a way to make it happen.
It involves standing in a closet. But, that isn't the whole thing.
I demand an interpreter!
where are you picketing? (is that how you spell it?) i can be there in 5 minutes with placads and hot coffee.
ahem.
that should say
PLACARDS.
not pacads. :)
Oh Joyce. I saw you in action the other morning and you are definitely in the profession you should be in.
As for Health and Safety...I believe there was a certain steel pipe in the backyard... ;P
you can always come bag groceries with me : ) L
I don't know how you do it, but giver wigger. God obviously gave you a heart for little people. so, work away!! I do think you deserve a raise though.
grawsh, thanks support team. Those moments of AAHHGG usually pass by quite quickly. The following day, I had no one puke on my van, and everything seemed much sunnier!
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