the devil is in the details….

Sacha loves Nick Jr. Tylah also loves Nick Jr, but I suspect her love for it doesn’t even come close to Sacha’s fascination for the cable channel. DO I regret getting cable?… mmmm sometimes, definately. Those two manage to monopolise the TV if I don’t hide the remote! Still, it keeps them reasonable quiet when I’m trying to steal a moment of silence for myself.

So an update on the work situation.

Firstly, I’ve decided that I must be a giant wimp. I know I USED to be a giant wimp but I honestly thought I’d progressed… moved on from my old moments of wimp-ness to a more stronger person. Obviously not. All those wonderful notes from people that gave me great advice as to how I should deal with my boss (which is a horrid thing to call her because she honestly has no business acumen whatsoever), and all those things that I just wimped out of. She tried to pay me less because SHE thought I’d only worked 4 days when I’d done 5 and there I was tracing the dirt with my shoe, hands jammed into my back pockets, face all red asking for my extra pay. BAH! How stupid. But I got it. So last night at exactly 6.35pm (as I’m running around trying to cook pasta for dinner), she messages my mobile (cell) telling me that she doesn’t need me. It made me see red… it made hubby see red because that means this week i’ve done 3 shifts. It’s crazy, it’s not worth working there! I can’t keep up with my money woes as it is let alone with her cutting me out of much needed work!

I vented to Mike and then he suggested that I call her and tell her where to go. That’s about the point that my stomach went to mush. My knees turned to jelly and I became this blabbering, stumbling, bumbling idiot. So he called her. Yes, my husband spoke to my boss because I was too chicken shit to do it.

He left the room. DOH! I didn’t get to hear the conversation. Inf act he took the cordless out to the front yard (I think it was more about his inability to stand still whilst talking on the phone – do all men pace??? – then it was about him not wanting me to hear.) Although he has a good point… I do tend to make remarks and adlib when other people are on the phone. Throw my 2 cents in for what it’s worth.

When he came back in he felt that the conversation had gone well. He told her that giving me 1 1/2 hours notice that I wasn’t needed just didn’t cut it. He said that if it had been my agency that had booked that shift that I would have received a 2 hour cancellation fee. He said that it’s impossible for us to continue this working arrangement if I wasn’t guaranteed the $500 per week and that he would forbid (I laughed) me to continue going… He said he made himself out to be an asshole husband and I said that she will probably ask me why I talk about him so much… lol… He basically outlined our financial situation (which I have tried to do on numerous occassions) because she doesn’t seem to understand what "broke" means (given that she’s splashing $100,000 on her daughters Batmitzfah – or however you spell it – and booking the entire Australian Idol cast to perform, I guess you can understand her not quite getting it!!!!) which is kinda frustrating because I’m trying to decide at the same time if I have enough money for a 7th birthday party for Ty.

ANYWAY… He said she got the picture. I was relieved that she now understands… but her last questions was: "How come Vanessa didn’t call me???"

Silence.

*chirp chirp*

He told her that I could never find an appropriate time at her house because she always had visitors (quite true), that I was in the middle of cooking dinner (true true) and that I was a little frustrated at the events leading up to this phonecall and couldn’t adequately and coherantly verbalise my emotions.

HAHAHAHAHAHA. Given that she hasn’t the firmest grasp on the English language I’m wiling to bet that last sentence threw her for a 6!

So wish me luck for a better night tonight, regular paydays and that I might find a job sooooooon!

Vee