Work, work, work…

Hey friend,

You’re not gonna believe this but the girls are on holiday – again! I know – doesn’t it seem like half term was just a couple of weeks ago? I do love having them home though and being able to be home without having to compete with the other mums at work for time off. I remember Stress Tech would go into the holiday calendar at the start of the year and book off every half term, and every Easter holidays – without ever asking if I wanted some time off with my children too. I mean, as far as I’m concerned, we should help each other out but clearly I was on my own there…

I’ve been thinking a lot about work lately – I guess because it’s getting closer to when I have to get back out there (silently cringing..). It’s funny as the girls think working in the fashion industry is oh so glamorous – if only they knew the truth! Maybe it’s glamorous for a top designer but for a garment tech? Not so much.

When I think about what I’m going back to… Stress Tech was one of many odd characters at work but she’s definitely up there in the top 5. She was one of those mums who’d go on and on about her kids – which is fine but not everyone’s that interested (And yes, I get the irony as I write about my brood but at least you have the option to read or not 🙂 ). I really wasn’t interested but I smiled and nodded… But I guess she’s not as odd as the Head of Buying who’d talk and talk to you about her child but the minute you tried to have an actual conversation and talk about your own child she would physically turn away – honestly – it was like she was saying “You’re boring me – I’m done with you now.”

Then there was Career Break who nearly had a meltdown because we were having a desk move but she couldn’t take her shelf – yes, I’m serious. What is it with people and their work desks, anyway? Do they not get that it’s not actually their desk? She made such a big deal about having to sit somewhere else when she first came back to work – as if we should have left it untouched as a shrine until her return (insert eye-roll here)…

To think I’m giving up 24hr days of being drooled on, sicked on, hair pulled, glasses pulled off, cheeks squeezed (mine, not Bubs and generally whilst laughing – again, him, not me) to go back to 8hr days of fit models, moaning about systems/factories/lack of resources (just fill in the blanks as the list of moans is endless).

And, as if on cue, his highness has woken from his nap and is now summoning me with his wailing – I know who I’d rather spend my day with and it’s not Stress Tech  🙂

Speak soon x

 

2 thoughts on “Work, work, work…

  1. Dear Mrs E, I feel like I work with my very own ‘Stress Tech’! As for the Head of Buying you mentioned, too funny! Not sure what you should do about work, but I think his highness is adorable!

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