Poppalina

OMG I Really Did Tell The Foreman To Shove It

Sometimes, you just have to let something go in order for something else to happen.

This occurred to me as I walked into work yesterday morning after discovering that my pay was short, yet again, by 2 days. I was all ready to get Really Ugly but, in the end, rather than ninja punch every lolly box in the warehouse and reduce said Boss to a foetal position (if he was lucky), I simply quit. It was simple. I just couldn't take it any more.

Then, and only then, the Red Sea parted. By the end of the day, I had a job interview, thanks to an impressive sequence of events brought about by a number of friends who all turned out to know each other (you gotta love Melbourne).  As of (checks watch) 3 minutes ago, I have a New Job. A nice one, where I can sit down or stand up as I see fit, and where I get paid reliably (and rather well) by people who actually value my input.

Apparently such a thing exists. Who knew?

Shula is now Plant Woman. Native Plant Woman, to be precise. Thousands and thousands of them. She'll be involved (administratively) in reforesting THE WHOLE WORLD with plants indigenous to the area.

Well, Melbourne anyway... but who knows?

A worthy cause, indeed.

She sends her heartfelt gratitude to the various people who pulled together to make this happen. They know who they are, and how much I love them.

There'll be plenty of spare time for embroidery and blogging.

I promise.

And now, if you'll excuse me, I have a tutorial to work on. I'm totally running with Jodie's idea, just to see what happens.
 

So I Told the Foreman to Shove It.

Shula has decided that working like a dog for 50 hours a week and having a boss that would rather take an interstate resort holiday than pay his workers is no longer amusing. Rather than just kill him on the spot (I was very tempted, given the pitiful amount he pays us at best), I chose instead to radically cut my hours, and bugger the financial consequences (which will no doubt be considerable). I plan to spend my free time looking for alternative employment, and discovering new and interesting things to cook with a bag of dried beans and a carrot.

Lollies are all very well in theory, but packing them on an assembly line for 10 hours a day, anywhere up to 6 days a week is just a bitch. To have nothing to show for it after 6 months, apart from pinched nerves in the feet and clicky wrists is stupider still, and to be too tired to talk one's daughter at the end of the day, well, I always vowed that I wouldn't be that sort of parent, no matter how little money we had to live on.

SO.

Shula is BACK. She has a LIFE to live, yo, and to prove it, she even started an embroidery. One that doesn't hurt the wrists too much (very, very sore they are, dudes).

 
 
 

If anyone would like to tell her what the fuck happened to her EYES in the interim and how to get her sight BACK, she would very much appreciate it.

Jesus...