Leap Year = less $$$$

I'm baaaaccccckkkkkk!

Haven't been around much the past few days as I seem to be working every waking hour, and some sleeping ones, in one of a number of jobs.

So, I am very concerned to read that today, 29 Feb, I will be working for nothing.

Zilch.

Nadda!

Yep, those buffoons who decided that every four years we needed an extra day put into the calendar didn't actually think that those of us on a salary will not get paid the extra moula.

In one of my jobs, I am questioning myself as when I signed the contract I would have been so much better off working on an hourly rate. However, this may have bankrupted the company so that is perhaps why they decided against this.

I get paid monthly from that job, which can be a bit of a killer. Oh yes, when the pay goes in, everything looks damn fine and dandy! Woo hoo, let's have a partay! My account is actually in the positive.

Then pretty much from the next day it means we are back on me working out how many meals I can make with mince and a dried carrot over a month and the Senior Sergeant begging me to buy lotto tickets. Of which Horse Girl has pretty much already got those $$$ spent.

Now with all this leap year crap, I have to work an extra day, which unfortunately is one that will start at the crack of dawn and finish about 10pm tonight and for NOTHING!!!

NOT. HAPPY. JAN!

The Dream Job

Having had a  helluva number of jobs over the years, I am always interested to hear of people's dream jobs. You know, when people say - I just LURVE going to work, I would do it even if I wasn't paid (WTF???).
I ran into someone I knew recently who after a serious health scare, is back doing his job, as a Pilot. he said that he feels so lucky to be doing something that he loves and gets paid a 'shitload' of money (sorry Mum but that was his words). Mm, think I may have left it a bit late to e a pilot!

So I was interested to hear of the lady in Melbourne who after working in a taxi call centre, decided that this was not the dream job for her (having never worked in a call centre, I do not know what is involved but wonder if it could be someone's dream job!). So she resigned and followed her dream.

And what was her dream?  Oh, simple. She wanted to be a mermaid.

No, she isn't three. She is in her late twenties and after watching that absolute crap classic movie, Splash, many years ago, that was what inspired her career aspirations.

That's right, I superimposed Daryl Hannah's head on my body!

Now of course, when little girls and boys watch these movies, they may want to be a mermaid, a princess, even a wooden doll (Toy Story for those of you a bit slow this morning) and so they may have a little dress up box.

Not sure if there are too many mid to late twenties adults who have decided to follow their toddler dreams but good on her I say. I didn't actually know there was a big market for mermaids but obviously there is.

Although the job description is that she just swims, sits on the rock and lounges around. Mmmm, not a great deal involved in the job - could be ok for some.

Um........

But, she does have a choice of six different tails that she can choose from so i guess she has the same wardrobe dilemmas the rest if us have every day.

mmm, have to start thinking about my dream job! What's yours?


Cheers

Lisa  x0x

Just Call Me Jules

No, not the red headed PM!

Julia Roberts!  Yes, JR (as I like to call her) and I have had a similar experience  albeit hers was in Pretty Woman and mine was in real life - and no, I am not a hooker!

Of course, many of you would have had a similar moment I am sure ?????

You know, when she struts into the posh shop and the attendants look her up and down and decide that she is not worthy of their clothes or attention and she is made to leave. Of course, the best bit is when she comes back with cash up to her eyeballs and they trip over them Jimmy Choos in trying to help her.

Well my story is a little similar, a little different (as in the ending - I am still waiting to be cashed up to return to the shop and spit on them - well, maybe not spit as I do have standards but you get my drift).

It wasn't long after we made our little country change and I was not working full time. We were living about 1/2 hour out of town so I decided on this day i would venture in to the big smoke - aka Bowral - and have a wander around.

I was freshly showered and wearing a pair of jeans (clean, no holes, unlike the Youth of today - oops, my nana voice has snuck out), my boots - clean, and a jersey type top - clean!  I was mozzeing (not sure of that is correct spelling but say it out loud) around and walked to the end of a particular arcade. It was a clothes shop so thought I'd wander on in.

Now I won't name this shop, but some of you from the area may quickly guess it! The 'ladies' (and I use that term loosely) sit behind a rather large desk in the shop and quickly give you the once over as you walk in.

I just smiled nicely at them and said Hello, as I will chat to almost anyone!  One of them managed to extract herself from her chair and come up and ask me if I needed any help (well, the obvious answer here was yes but am not sure she meant that type of help!). I politely said no I was just browsing but thank you.

She then proceeded to look me very carefully up and down a number of times before deciding that... "Oh, I don't think we would have anything in here that would SUIT you!".

Mmmmm, noice!!!

So, after a momentary pause when I was quickly thinking of what to do, I felt I only had two options. I could either say thank you and creep backwards out of the shop with my head bowing to her highness or I could use my most 'skanky' voice and say "Nah, youse are probs right! Don't think anyfing here would be much good for me"

Can you guess which one I used?

Now, if only Richard Gere would turn up with cash I could go back in there and..and.... and "tell em there stuff is orf!"

Has this happened to you? Please explain

Cheers

Lisa xox