Life in the Superstar Lane.

As much as I will never say no to extra shifts, I was very relieved to make it past noon on my day off without receiving a can-you-come-into-work phone call. As noon is my new cut-off point, I’m like one of those super-models, albeit a very fucking poor version of one, I won’t get out of bed the house for less than three hours pay…which equals twenty-one bucks compared to their tens of thousands of them.

Yes. I have taken a firm stand on what I will do for a dollar and what I won’t. HaHa.

Had to ring the Insurance Rep Monday, to decline the health package. Mainly because taking two hundred bucks out of my monthly pay leaves not much of anything for Shanny to play [save] with. Told the Rep it may be different if I was receiving the full-time hours to go along with the full-time status. She didn’t understand how I can be classed as F/T but not have the hours to back it up with. I told her it beat the hell out of me too, but that’s how it is. She is going to contact the HR lady regarding it.

It did give me a reason to tell the 420 HOH Nancy about my need to look elsewhere early next year. Was just me and her at the lunch table for a rare few minutes, so I had her undivided attention-span. When she mentioned about not knowing how to give me the hours needed, I was able to say that it can’t be done while UnReliableJune was still working there, without it sounding threatening or conniving.

She’s the other day-shifter, currently getting 24+ scheduled hours per week to my eighteen. Twenty four plus if and when she actually completes a rostered week. Gives me the shit’s a bit there. In the two and a half months I have worked at Gods Waiting Room, only once have I been rostered more hours than her but end up doing the more hours due to the “dramas and dilemmas” in her life. For which she has a supply of plenty. The last major one was one of her ex’s [the twins father] kidnapped one of the twins, trucked her on down past the state border and all. Or so it was said…*wink*. Now don’t get me wrong I like UnReliableJune. She’s more my cup of tea, but I wouldn’t employ her.

And you can bet yer next turd that I certainly wouldn’t want her ringing ME every day, like she does my mom-in-law. Usually the call comes during the dinner hours. Which some days can also give me the shits. Especially when the mom-in-law is supposed to be cooking her one meal a week; the LittleFatBastid and I co-cook the other five, with the father-in-law cooking buying one…You really didn’t think old Claude could cook there, did you? Give yerself an uppercut if you thought he could. The man can barely hold a knife AND fork with some decorum of decency, let alone operate anything that can burn you.

It amazes me that she gets the hours that she does.Stay with me, we’re back at my co-worker. She has just recently moved over an hour away, so surely her travel time not to mention her fuel cost will have to kick in soon. I’m hoping the winters snow will be the icing on her resignation cake.

Then I will totally RULE THE LAUNDRY during the day.

But, will I want to rule it by the time it comes around, that is the question.

**Highlight of my Week** I found a tooth in my laundry barrel, at first I thought it was a peanut, but the more I drug out the shitty clothing the more I could see it more clearly as it tumbled to the bottom of the barrel. I thought that’s a tooth that is. And it was. I didn’t pocket it, as the filling wasn’t gold. HaHa I kid. Not about the not being gold but the “pocketing”. Gave it to Mindy, my favourite pill-nurse, who went on a mission to find who it fell out of. Yeah Good Luck with that to her.