Not exhausted - just horrifically behind.
Hmmm...maybe this is what's keeping 50% of the board places in the UK from being filled by women - MN addiction. Apart from Xenia of course! I always imagine her dragon dictating her posts into some bluetooth headset while simultaneously conducting a board meeting.
Am going to be MNing working well into the wee hours tonight in order to catch up with what I should have been doing at work today!
I had to PM two of the posters a potted history of my CV and how I came to be where I was - apparently I am too young/can't possibly have had a previous career/qualified when I did/have been a lawyer AND something else in 34 years. Most lawyers are 24 now when fully qualified (post training contract), 23 for barristers. If you're put up a year at school you're 22 and shitting yourself representing someone in court.
It's like saying well just because I'm not Nicola Horlick (and believe me, I am in no way saying I am - one child is enough to contend with atm thanks as well as work and with nowehere near the success, money or finesse!) Nicola Horlick doesn't exist! I can't do it/haven't done so no one else can and anyone who has is lying! (Troll suspicion permitting due to recent influxes atm).
Chipping was very gracious and I felt we met midway - she pushed me for details and I provided as much as I was comfortable with in a PM. I also shared my love of PopBitch and hope she enjoys come Thursday's mailout! B2B I have also PM'd - no PM response - but her most recent post suggests a reconsideration.
I know it's fucking tough out there atm, but to be pretending like lady of the manor you have created a business to give these poor good people (not to profit for yourself, oh no) a job and then they gulp have the temerity to use their employment rights - what a load of crock. Sorry but the attitude was way off mark! If the only way to run a business turning a profit is outside the law, well drug dealing is great for that or join the mafia or the triads, they seem to do quite well. And then the sob stories started - I have to tell my DD she can't have this etc - but it turns out it's not her DD. It's a friend's DD. The sob stories phrased as being her position are not her position at all - they're her "friends'" sob stories. Yet I'm the one who's unbelievable and being ridiculed because no one can be a lawyer and a small and then medium (yes it's quoted in fucking euros - can you tell how much I hate exchange rates at the moment - yes businesses grow, well you hope they do) so I must be lying. Pffffffft. Right I'll stop now. And maybe get over myself a leeeeetle bit!
ps. The Law is an Ass is always great shorthand for I don't have to comply but I'll sue the fucker who doesn't! And...breathe.