Employee Of The Month...

Goes to....

Drum Role...

Sometimes I Feel So Insignificant!

No Shit.

For being Too Good To Her Employees.

Meanwhile...

Some of the girls have five shifts in a row this week.

I have One rostered shift.

She told us at the staff meeting she can get rid of us at any time.

Guess it's my Turn.

Take A Bow (FuckFace)...

And don't tell me you're sorry 'cuz you're not
Baby when I know you're only sorry you got caught
But you put on quite a show
Really had me goin'
But now it's time to go
Curtain's finally closin'
That was quite a show
Very entertainin'
But it's over now (But it's over now)
Go on and Take a Bow

Lyrics By Rhiannon...

Love Song...

Head under water
And they tell me
To breathe easy for awhile
But breathing gets harder
Even I know that
Made room for me
It's too soon to see
If I'm happy in your hands
I'm unusually hard to hold on to

Blank stares at blank pages
No easy way to say this
You mean well but you make this hard on me

I'm not gonna write you a love song
Cause you ask for it
Cause you need one
You see, I'm not gonna write you a love song
Cause you tell me it's make or breakin' this
If you're on your way
I'm not gonna write you to stay aaaaaay
If all you have is leavin'
Imma need a better reason
To write you a love song
Today
Today ayyyyy

I learned the hard way
That they all say
Things you wanna hear
My heavy heart sinks deep down under
You and Your twisted words
Your help just hurts
You are not what I thought you were
Hello to high and dry

Convinced me to please you
Made me think that I need this too
I'm trying to let you hear me as I am

I'm not gonna write you a love song
Cause you asked for it
Cause you need one
You see, I'm not gonna write you a love song
Cause you tell me it's make or breakin' this
If you're on your way
I'm not gonna write you to stay
If all you have is leavin'
Imma need a better reason
To write you a love song today

Promise me
You'll leave the light on
To help me see
The daylight my guide upon
Cause I believe
There's a way
You can love me
Because I say

I'm not gonna write you a love song
Cause you ask for it
Cause you need one
You see, I'm not gonna write you a love song
Cause you tell me it's make or breakin' this
Is that why you wanted a love song?
Cause you asked for it
Cause you need one
You see I'm not gonna write you a love song
Cause you tell me it's make or breakin this
If you're on your way
I'm not gonna write you to stay
If your heart is nowhere in it
I don't want it for a minute
Babe, I walk the seven seas
When I believe that there's a reason to write you a love song
Today.
Today. ayyyyyy yeah, yeah

Love Song
Lyrics by Sara Bareilles

A True Cunt...

Hubbby just informed Me that "Everyone that you think likes you thinks that You're a True Cunt".

So what does that make Him?

Miss Construed Again...

What I wrote on my blog was that I had had the Chat at work; over my Boss's concerns of me having to take time off work for getting two black eyes and not being able to go the next day...if I had had a car crash I don't think the same chat would have happened.

However by the time she read my blog again I had already been busted out having a cigarette break that I wasn't allowed to have- rather her daughter dobbed us is; we weren't even caught in the act., She took this rather personally, obviously, that we don't respect her rules; that's what she was referring to when she said I had no respect for either myself or her. That's when I went to her blog, she's never given me the address for her site but once you comment on a blog your own address is visible unless you've blocked it) and saw what she had written about me. I hadn't written any of mine in malice towards her.My blog is about my god-awful relationship with Hubby; and my friends at the Pub. I do it anonymously and I hardly mention work. She not only Got It Wrong about me; she published it. I'm not an Ice-addict. She slandered me on the internet, even though it's anonymous I know she's referring to me. If I'd had the foresight I would have copied it and sent it to the Big D but that would only have caused more shit. We have a staff meeting in the morning. I'm going to cop the majority of the heat; just as I foretold. She's done it before and now it's my turn.

Anyway; that's why I wanted to go out and get pissed on Friday night. To have a good night. I was home just after twelve but my alarm didn't wake me up. Sorry for taking out my shit on you. But I'm up to my neck in it. And now; the tea break is over. Back on my head.

Miss Construed x

Hanging In There...

First up...

A Big thanks to You All for your comments and thoughts over the last few weeks. It really has meant a lot to Me.

Secondly; sorry I haven't been posting anything of late. At first it was all too difficult and I didn't want to have to think about any of the shit; then it became apparent that my Boss had decided to use my personal life against me in an attempt to flush me from the system. I wish I had the foresight to bookmark her blog when I had the chance; I only came across it by chance after she left a comment on my last posting (she hadn't told me she even Had a blog). Well; I looked it up, didn't I? And she'd written some pretty nasty stuff about me. I went back into the comment today but she's removed the links somehow. I'm predicting she did it as soon as she noticed that my blog is open to invited readers only. Lucky for her, really; as I was planning to copy and paste what she had written about me into an email and send it to our Big Boss. I'm sure She would have loved reading about herself, too.

Nevermind. I've just realised that work and blogs don't mix. And if she asks (She being Sometimes I Feel So Insignificant from my last posting's comment) then I will just have to tell her that I've decided to keep my personal life private from now on. And that I'll keep my Boo Hoo Sob Story to myself. And that I have Never asked for her sympathy. And that I've Never even tried Ice so am certainly not addicted to it. And that Far From doing a slap happy attempt at my job so I can race down to the Pub after work before picking up my kids I actually Run Circles around her fat, lazy, work-shirker of a daughter. And herself. There. I feel better now.

And know You All know why I have closed my blog to the Uninvited; and why she has chosen to hide her's from Me. I noticed when I read her's that Grump had also followed the link and left a comment; perhaps he also read her 'work' and can verify the awful things she wrote about Bruce (that's the nick-name the girl's gave me at work after my new name badge came back with the wrong name on it; so I know for a fact she was referring to me. And who else had recently been bashed to a pulp by her partner?)

I've started looking for another job; which is a shame as I really like all the girl's I work with(especially Suey and my best mate M) aside, now, from J and Moo, her daughter. She was the one who got me and Suey into shit the other day for sneaking out for a cigarette (J wasn't even there; we weren't even actually 'busted' in the act). I thought about dobbing Moo in to her mother as payback; J doesn't know that Moo only recently gave up smoking herself. Or that Moo likes Ekkies as much as I do. But I'm not a bitch. Or a Dobber.) No; it's just time to move on. J has already cut back on my shifts; it's what she does when she wants to push someone out the door. Starves them of shifts. I saw her do it to Narelle. And Lorraine. And Janelle. And Mychelle. And Christine. Now it's my turn. I estimate I only have two or three more weeks.

That said; I am all recovered from my beating (I still can't write about it,sorry)...

The Twins have arrived and are so small...

I had an absolute Ball at the Brick Throwing contest...

I didn't fall in love with my Mate, Bowes (thanks for the question, Miss U)...

The Welshman is hot but already Taken...

Hubby has agreed to Anger Management...

Eldest Son is turning sixteen next week (yikes)...

And my tax return is in.

As for Me...I'm hanging in there.

Randomness...

I only want to say this once; So.

In random order...

I lost my keycard.

My engine broke.

I stayed at Jen Jen's.

I threw a PB.

I was a gimp.

I was bashed.

My boss gave me The Talk.

I cooked lasagna.

My sister had twin daughters.

I bought my dog a new coat at the Markets.

My mate at the Pub fell in love with me.

I admired a Welsh guy...