Exhausticated, Frustrated And Angry

Phew! Not even a fortnight after the birth of baby #3 and life’s good. Baby is healthy and well, Mrs Levee’s pelvic problem seems to be easing and her post-pregnancy figure is looking yummy…

Ray and Jay have their moments. They’ve been bickering a fair bit recently, and we’re not sure if they’re having trouble adjusting. Overall, they’re still lovely and we’re trying to make sure everybody gets equal attention.

So why am I pissed off?

I’ll tell you why: since the baby’s been born, I’ve been at work almost more than I’ve been at home. I’ve only managed a few days off, and during those the office has either called me up or requested that I come in.

For example, on Tuesday, Jay started to ride a bike for the first time. I was knocked out at how well he was doing, but while this was happening, I was called into the office (again). This is my bloody holiday - leave me alone!!!

I’m wanting to spend time with my family - Jay’s learning to ride the bike, Ray’s starting nursery school and we have a two-week-old baby that we’re getting familiar with. Yet this office seems to think because they’re paying the wages they can call me anytime?

To add insult to injury, I requested a salary review this year. For the first time ever. Guess what? They didn’t even have the decency to give me a decision!!! Grrrr. Submitted a very reasonable request. In writing. Outlining what I’ve done for the firm in the past year - money I’ve saved them, efficiency measures I’ve introduced. In triplicate.

Nope, my request was met with radio static. In March. To this day, I don’t know if my request was even considered.

Yet with this complete lack of respect for me, they still expect that I’ll come in and bail them out whenever at the expense of my family time?

Screw them. More than ever, I’m determined to go out on my own. Start a business. Gain some (more) self-respect. Grrr.