Emma came over yesterday for her monthly visit, clutching a bottle of Asti Spumante and a box containing the mint variety of the frozen 1980s retro dessert, Viennetta. Now, don't get me wrong, whilst I fully admire the way that Emma is able to drag herself out of her 2ft 6in single bed every morning at 05:30am, I don't really appreicate the way that she feels the need to lecture me about my current employment status. I have recently signed up to be the communications officer for a local charity and it's a voluntary position.
My cousin Eleanor (who doesn't seem to blog any longer ...) used to regale me of stories of colleagues who were very snitty about her taking time off to attend her son Sebastian's various school assemblies, and having to leave on time to go and pick him up from nursery or after school club. Yes, as she stated, she'd decided to have a child, but the snooty disregard she experienced from certain (but, by no means all!) colleagues used to really get her down. As for working from home - if it doesn't suit the 'business need' then so be it, but if you're able to do certain aspects of your job whilst sitting in your dining room tapping away at at laptop, why do you have to be based in central London anyway?
Rant over!
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