If you are a TEMP - i.e. temporary worker - and you're still putting in a 10-11 hour day? WHA?
Now granted darling Bubba didn't listen to me - the queen of the cross bridge/state commute when I said - don't take public transportation it will take freaking forever... and it did.
But had he worked a regular day - he still would have only been home at 8 PM - not listening to me got his happy (not) fanny home at -- 9:10 PM. Yes you read that right. I went to work, did the grocery store run, ate dinner, loved the dogs, cleaned the kitchen AND went to a meeting - before he got that fanny home! Now - granted I didn't put in a full day but dag nabbit I was an entire hour short in my day!
AND he got a crabby at me when I asked why he was working such long hours on the first freaking day???!!! Seriously! Who does this?
Today - he listened he drove - with my directions and shucky-darn and holy cow it cut 45 minutes off his commute. Go figure. Now let's see what time his happy fanny gets home tonight. Of course I'm testing so it should be fun to see what time I get home tonight. My poor pups - extra love for them.
I left oober early today to get some stuff done before I thought we'd be testing - but alas here I sit waiting - and still waiting. I warned them I am not working Saturday - that is the day of the fancy tea and I'm going! After all I am responsible for 120 sandwiches organizing the girls and making sure people get there! All on Witness Testing week - what the heck was I drinking when I said I'd do all this? Oh yeah I was supposed to only do 60 sandwiches until my "Friend" discovered she couldn't go and dumped her sandwiches on me... I really must learn the word NO.
Stay tuned this week for the midnight makings of the salad 'de tuna and egg... and the hours counts of Bubba the Temp...
I still don't get that one...
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