id like a tv and a goat.
I need a tv, the goat could eat the grass, saving me having to mow it. its brilliant.
ive actually just thought of another example of childcare/ workplace problems.
When i first became a single parent ( ie - fled domestic abuse, was left homeless and destitute with a a baby) I found a house and a job. I held similar views to heis, i was ignorant to life. I thought i would work and it would be fine. I got a full time job and set up childcare. A family member offered to have DD for me on a wednesday, to help with the childcare costs, so i found a lovely childminder to cover the rest of the week and put my baby into full time childcare. I was not going to be a single parent on benefits.NO, not me. :)
Except, a few weeks into the job i got called into the office. I had been working my hours. 9-5. I was told that those weren't the hours and that actually it was expected we were to do 2-4 hours over time FOR FREE a day. I was horrified and scared, and unable to do so. I maxed out what i could. Dropping dd off the earliest i could. there was no childcare that started any earlier. There was no childcare that finished later than 6. It was impossible for me to do those hours. But i tried. i skipped lunches, worked my arse off.
Two months in and the family member calls, they dont want DD on a wednesday anymore, it too much. Im literally screwed. The childminder cant take her as she doesnt have a free place any more. The only place free in the whole town was a nursery. I booked an appt to go and look around it, at 5:50. the latest possible time i could. I left the office at 5:40. 40 mins AFTER my leaving time. I hated the place but had no choice so signed DD up. The next morning i got called into work and was hauled over the coals for leaving when there was still work to do. Again AFTER my contracted hours. I tried to explain and i was shouted at and told ' THERE IS NO EXCUSE I DO NOT WANT TO HEAR IT' I was not allowed to say why. I have a photo of dd, 9 months old, that was taken by an official photographer at the nursery. She looks like the unhappiest child in the world. I cant ever look at it as it breaks my heart. But i keep it.
I had a breakdown shortly after all this.
I dare anyone to tell me i dont want to work. I dare anyone to tell me its easy and im lazy.
I dare anyone to tell any one in my position she needs to re educate herself, work harder.