Today is awful.
I started work today. Was supposed to be there at 8.30, but DH who was giving me a lift took DD to school himself because there is a new terrorism warning about attacks on foreign schools in the area where DD goes to school so wasn't going to make it back in time. I couldn't find a taxi so ended up getting one of those motor rickshaw things. Took me ages before I found one with a driver over 12.
We got in, and because they are open at the sides grit got in my eyes, my headscarf was all over the place so I looked a right state. N loved the wind in his face though
. The person who was supposed to open up left me in the street for 10 minutes until he sent his very grumpy wife with the wrong keys. When she finally got the right ones, it turns out the doors don't close from the inside. The place was dirty and a tip (I am supposed to be preparing my classroom in a daycare and activity centre which is opening at the end of the week.). I don't mind helping set up but did not expect dirty floors, no chairs, no furniture generally, nowhere to put N and all the stuff left for me to carry upstairs (while I have a baby in the sling) in a place set up to look after babies. The owner was supposed to come at 10, so I called her and told her that I was leaving and would come back when there is somewhere for me to work. She might call this afternoon, but tbh I am considering just telling them where to go given that they haven't hired any other staff yet.
DH came to pick me up and told me it is my fault anyway for not refusing when my start date was brought forward because "it's obvious they wouldn't finish the place in time" and "You should have said no when she told you the start date had moved and you should set your own hours." Clearly I am an idiot for thinking that it is the employer who decides basic details such as hours, pay, etc.
He is now in a huff because he decided to cancel DD coming back on the school bus and told the school he would pick her up when I will be at home anyway.
To top it off I left my mobile in his car and he will doubtless be going through my messages to ask me later why I told X friend this about Y relative and how that isn't nice.
Two cups of coffee and a peanut butter brownie later things still aren't better. I think I need
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