It’s been quite a week. Again. As if last week’s drama wasn’t enough.
The fans are gone, the carpet is repaired, the furniture has returned to its original positions. All the books still aren’t on the shelves yet, but we’re getting there.
I bought this:
My resignation only lasted about 12 hours because my support staff realized they couldn’t function without me. No one else can make PB&J like I can, you know. But it was a pretty ugly day without me. I turned in my letter after a certain ten year old requested that I “back off,” and another certain seven year old kept yelling at me and arguing with me.
Not a very hospitable work environment.
So I quit.
I’ll spare you the ugly details.
After much weeping and waling and gnashing of teeth, I reluctantly agreed to resume my position. However, they’re all on probation.
I considered negotiating a raise (or at least a new washing machine), but since I don’t draw a salary in the first place, there wasn’t much room for compromise – and my boss is pretty tight with the corporate budget.
However, a once-weekly babysitter has been recruited for job-sharing, and I’ll use that time for grocery shopping (alone), conference times with Ms. Ann Taylor (at her Loft), and deep breathing.
I can’t wait for annual reviews.