Wouldn’t it be great if you can tender your resignation whenever you feel like it? No worries, no second thoughts? Then your boss would be grovelling at your feet laying 200% increase in pay with medical & dental for your entire family as an added bonus just please don’t leave?

Ahhh.

Even better you will actually say no because you plan to rest for at least 3 months, doing nothing but travelling & gaining weight. Your bills get paid on its own, your family’s fed. You spend time attending lectures and improve your writing skills. Maybe take a year’s off & compile that book of poems you’ve been dreaming about.

Life’s great.

I was at the bus stop at 6am this morning. A woman in a tight vest arrived & sat in front of me. Her cleavage was on show but then I thought it was too dark.

I looked again & to my horror, - and yes, disgust, I realised she’s got chest hair! And they’re like a man’s! Very curly & dense. Oh come on! Wax woman, wax! I can’t imagine being faced with that this afternoon in a super-packed, boiling hot Tube.

Work has been super manic for the last 3 weeks. And I am really VERY near the end of my patience. I’m not getting the right people because management refuses to equate testing skills with money. They all seem to live in a time-warp & yes they all think they know how to do software testing — it’s not so difficult afterall.

Oh the contractors… What pit did these people crawl out of??

How I wish I’m rich & never have to work. How I wish I’m made of more sterner stuff so I can just ignore or fight head-on. How I wish I’d grow fangs so I can go straight for the jugular.

My two year was sitting on the floor, watching Toy Story for the n-th time. His right hand suddenly went up without warning but his gaze never leaving the telly. His stretched index finger nearly poked his right eye. I turned away thinking he knew I was looking. But he didn’t even flinch. Then I realised what he was aiming for, his finger went straight up his nose.

I couldn’t contain myself but I didn’t want him to know he’s got my attention (lest it encourage him to make it a hobby!). I went to the kitchen & laughed alone. Kids!

I am so tired. We’ve been so busy at work for the last 2 weeks I feel like my batteries are drained. I can barely stay awake at 9pm!

We booked a few friends for a BBQ tomorrow during England’s first World Cup match & I am so looking forward to it. True I’ll be tired at the end of day, I will do most of the cooking and preparation but it’s a welcome break after walking like a zombie.

After a gruelling interview today I got a call from hubby who sounded very desperate. He broke the new grass cutter he bought yesterday! Then our old mower broke down. Now he wants to buy a new mower & is ashamed to go back to the store to claim a new grass cutter because he said he was too “stupid” to use it. I calmly laughed it off & told him to just buy a new mower but do get a replacement for the cutter. That his is probably not a unique story as the entire country’s preparing for the biggest barbie of the year!

Then he said we should cancel the bbq altogether because he can’t do it. Do what? Mow the lawn which is just 70 feet long & probably just 12 feet wide. I got pissed. Who the heck is this baby throwing a tantrum for a mistake he’s done? Why am I married to this guy again?

It’s summer & the sun’s up until 9pm & it’s there again by 4am, blinding me. Of course, the season brings misery to me with the onset of hayfever. Everyday since the end of May I have wanted to pluck out my eyes! I content myself with furious scratching, which of course makes it worse but gad-darn-it! None of the 3-eyedrops I use have any long lasting effect so I drown my eyes every so often. Of course the specialists recommend you stay indoors when the pollen count’s high but that’s like saying I commit suicide.

Anyway so yesterday on my way to work at 6am, the sun was glaring down on me. I actually felt good, hayfever aside, when I felt something drop on my shoulder. I thought it was a seedling or insect but I couldn’t find any my body (or hair). I found the answer when I boarded the bus. I reached inside my bag & clutched my travelcard & - wham! I felt a gooey thing wrapped on my fingers! A bird expertly pooped inside my bag.

Good morning to me.

It was a sign of things to come that day. I was running like a headless chicken conducting interviews from 9am to 3pm. In between managing the testers & checking on their progress (if I don’t nothing gets done right - bad recruits?), I am also sat in the bug triage with our CTO & VP.

All throughout the day I wanted to slap someone & I really couldn’t hide my frustration (if not anger) at the contractors. Are they deliberately doing a bad job to antagonise me?