Maybe we should stage a crepey intervention, corner Bitch Boss in her office and give her a damned good talking to.
All this kind of shit makes me realise I never want to work in an office again.
Is there no way you can leave and get another job Mrs S? You are truly multi-talented.
My ankle isn't getting much better. Very sore around the actual ankle bone. I'm hoping it's because that's where the ligaments attach, rather than because I've done a tiny fracture.
Guilty this morning. DS wouldn't put his shoes on, wouldn't put his eye in, etc etc, and I shouted and ranted about being late for school, not helped by things falling of shelves, stuff being in the way, etc, at the wrong moment. Not his fault - I should just get up earlier.