I'm sorry to tell you, you have been eliminated in One day at a time

One TV programme that the roommate and I watch together religously is the Amazing Race . We spend an inordinate amount of time discussing who would have to do which challenge when we do the race. Sometimes it gets quite heated, which is hugely funny considering we are both as physically unfit as it is possible to be (whilst still functioning on some level). I do love that programme though, and as someone who has worked as a travel agent for the last 25 years it is a bit embarrassing how much I learn about countries (and geography) from it. Shhh don’t tell.

Speaking of my job (and if you don’t want to hear some serious whinging skip this paragraph). I am so annoyed with the whole thing – not the actual job which I love, and my clients tell me I am quite good at. But the bosses. Yes plural, which is slight overkill when you only have two employees and a part timer (who is married to one of the bosses, and when I say part time, I mean she leaves her coat over her chair and claims hours for it). Anyway the product of having two bosses is I never know who to ask about things like leave – there is no clear separation of duties between them at all. Another thing that really gets me is that all correspondence has to go out with one of their names on it, so basically me and co-worker (Mr Sniffy) don’t really exist. There are other bigger things (that breach all sorts of employment laws) that I can’t be bothered reliving, but to give you an idea of the absolute pettiness (well two ideas), all the Christmas cards were signed boss #1 and boss #2 and team – even the ones that got sent to clients that have followed me over from my last job. AND we are having a Christmas lunch next week and it is at a mystery location. Which would be fine except both bosses, and part-timer know where it is, leaving just me and Mr Sniffy in the dark. Just petty shit, but it starts to add up.

Somebody who is in the Christmas Spirit is Richard. He must have been out at something last night, I got a midnight text saying “I like bosoms” um. Okay.