groove-at-home mama IT is official. I am a housewife. Or, I guess, a Stay at Home Mom is the modernized term, as housewife would infer that my husband also has a workwife or something. "Sorry, workwife, housewife is expecting me home for at least two hours before I leave to visit my barwife." As if my husband just gets hot meals and blowjobs now matter where he goes, yeah right he wishes. I am really sorry to see that job go, but we all do what we have to do. They are not going to oppose my getting unemployment, which is excellent. Every other loser in my generation has been on unemployment for years, why not me? They even offered me the paralegal job, but they know that is even more preposterous than the legal assitant job that I occupied. That paralegal worked 7 days a week. I will go crawling back to them in a year or so, though. I will have to do something sneaky to sabotage the new employee's job, such as making it look like she is stealing from the business or peeing in the coffee pot. We'll see. |