Contracted work means guaranteed money
Posted by Desiree Sheets-Chavolla on Monday, January 18, 2010
Under: Special Occasion
Today I cracked my eyes open at 530am. I didn't want to wake up yet so I forced them shut. Of course it didn't work. So I jumped out of bed and headed towards my favourite room in the house (No.....not the toilet.....some of you may think) the kitchen. If choosing what I was having for breakfast was my biggest decision today, then today would be a good day. I have a full agenda which will require some thinking and juggling!!.
I was about to bolt out the door when the phone rang. It was my mother. She was calling to say that she's had enough of my girls and wants to send them home 2 weeks early!! She said "I don't know how you put up with these little bitches!!"
See.....my mother abandon, well not quite abandoned, but left us with our dad, when I was 15 and my brother was 11. To this day, she says that I was rambunctious and uncontrollable and she was going to loose her mind and kill me, if she didn't get out. (I'm so proud....like mother, like daughters!! lol)
So, I told her to ring the airlines and see how much it would cost to change the tickets. When she called back and quoted $620 dollars, I screamed "ARE YOU FUCKIN KIDDING ME? They're staying!!" It was my mothers brilliant idea to take them to New Zealand for a month in the first place, so "She made her bed, She can lie in it".
I quickly chatted to my older daughter, on facebook. I told her that there's no way I can afford to pay that much to bring them home early!! I also told her to lie to my little girl and tell her I had to work tonight. I'm having her lie about me working so I can avoid a "Skype" call date at 5pm tonight. It seems that after we "Skype", my little girl gets very upset and cries for Mummy and Daddy, and wants to come home. If they keep her busy, she's fine!!
With that dilemma solved, I headed out the door towards the gym. I got to the end if my street and, low and behold, there's a fuckin Council guy standing with a lolly Pop "Stop" sign, blocking my exit. So I'm saying out loud to myself "You've got to be fuckin kidding me". He must have read my lips or processed my mood by the look on my face, because he sprinted across the street and through the sign up to the opposite traffic. He moved so quickly I'm now thinking "maybe this day is going to get better!!"
I get to the gym and glance at the clock. That's when I realised that my whole days time schedule is now out of whack. If my mother hadn't rung me and the guy hadn't stopped me briefly then I wouldn't be out of whack (but I believe things happen for a reason, like maybe this happened because I was on a collision coarse for a car crash or maybe I was going to trip and break a leg) A few adjustments to my work out and wha....Lah, back on track. (Never mind I only got 10 minutes on the treadmill before the Fat Burning class)
I hit the "Fat Burning" class with one purpose......to burn fat!!! (and of course I can't forget the "Biggest Loser" contest against Glam) I seemed to have more energy then I've had all week and I was barrelling through the exercises with verve!! The hour flew bye and before I knew it, we were in our backs warming down. God.....that work out felt good!!
I hurried to the shower because I had a lunch date with my Bestie 'Ling'. I lathered and pampered my way out of the gym in 40 minutes (that a fuckin miracle on it's own)
Next stop was the 'Lincoln Street' sandwich shop for out regular 'salad sandwiches'!! I made one small adjustment, I changed the mashed egg to whole egg because the mashed egg is made with mayo......no way am I using my Weight Watchers points on mayo!! Lol
As I was driving my phone rang (I have Bluetooth through my radio, so settle down) so I answered it. It was Unilever Australiasia telling me that I was unsuccessful in obtaining the 12 hour Packing Contract for Green Shift, but that after some turndowns by others, she could offer me the Contract for the 8hour Packing roll Monday through Friday 10pm-6am. With no hesitation I snapped it up. I said "YEP, YEP, I'm happy to accept that Contract". It doesn't matter to me how I got it, it matters that I've got it now!! (guaranteed work for the next 3 months. You'd be a fool to turn it down)
On a high, lunch was a blast (I love 'Ling'!! Lol). It had been a few weeks since I've been to Krispy Kreme, so we had heaps to catch up on. We didn't get much caught up because 20 into 'Lings' break, my KK friend arrived for a coffee and joined us. It was nice to visit but I would have rather it be just me and 'Ling'.
I'm home now and finishing off this blog before I make my last decision for the night........"Do I have sex before I eat dinner or after"?? Lol (my husband is voting for before and after)
In : Special Occasion