Just before his karate lesson last week J.T. informed me that my "job" was in danger. The conversation went something like this:
"Okay, Mom. If you don't have these cheetoh stains washed out of my shirt, my toys picked up and something for me to eat when I get back, you're gonna be fired."
I stood at the stove, cooking, took just a very few moments to let this sink in and said: "Okay." No laundry to do, no school lunches to prepare, no beds to be made, no refereeing of arguments, no cooking. Sounds like a pretty good deal to me! The salary kind of sucks anyway. In fact, I think I may be paying for the privilege of working here.
Rob puts a quick halt to this exchange by saying: "You better re-hire her quick. I'm not doing it all by myself!"
So, I've now been reluctantly re-hired. I decided I needed the benefits after all.
Struggling...
2 years ago
7 comments:
Sounds like a clear case of unfair dismissal to me! Sometimes, I *wish* my girls would fire me... (but like you, I think I need the benefits!)
stuff the benefits , I'd resign. he,he
I'm still recovering from school holidays, resignation sounds good at this stage ;-)
Just call a strike - nothing done until my list of demands is met. (I'd demand chocolate if I were you)
"I'd demand chocolate if I were you"
I've had to leave the house after 9:00 PM and go to the closest time saver more than once because there was no diet coke and/or chocolate in the house.
Tracey is right, demand chocolate, nothing else will do.
Rob sounds like a keeper! Any man willing to brave the cold or hot to buy chocolate is alright by me!
Melinda, pay heed to the words of Aunty Evil. She is obviously very wise. ;-)
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