An ode to our work wives

Your first day at a new job, you clutch your handbag and hope to god you washed the toothpaste off the corner of your face. You start thinking about your previous work bestie and reminisce about the times she used to throw a kitkat over the filing cabinet, the singing of gangsta rap on the drive home and the comforting arm rub when you had some sort of work/PMT meltdown.

A smiley HR type introduces you to your team, they are pleasant but obviously giving you a look over trying to suss out what you are about. Then it happens, you hear somebody mutter a swear word, this girl just cut her finger trying to use a stapler, she pushes her glasses up her face and clearly forgets she’s at work whilst shouting profanities and raiding the first aid box.

I have hit the jackpot, hello my new work wife I am in love.

There is something so special about the people you spend roughly 40 hours of your week with normally making money for somebody else, or in my case trying to keep money to help other people.

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Becoming mates with your parents

Parents, one minute you wish they would leave you the heck alone, the next minute you are upset when they don’t reply to your FB message even though you explained that you can see when they have ‘seen’ it, which ended in you having to reassure them that you couldn’t physically see them on the other side of the computer, but suggested that they put tape over their cam to ease their paranoid minds.When does this shift in relationship occur? And how does it happen? Continue reading “Becoming mates with your parents”

I ghosted the gym and I am fine with it

So I cancelled my gym membership, for the second time .
That moment when you are greeted by a bouncy smiley receptionist is almost enough to make you walk out or possibly try and get on a treadmill in your work clothes to avoid declaring you are leaving them like a mid- life crisis . I started to feel bad but I had to bite the bullet and fess up, this relationship is over and not doing much for me (mainly because I will do anything to avoid going in the first place).

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