Day 10: Working Mums
10 Nov 2008
So as I’ve mentioned off and on throughout this blog I work. While in reality I’m only employed on a casual basis, some weeks I work more than a full time job, while others I get considerably less; thankfully since taking on this job I’ve yet to fall below the threshold that centrelink sets which means if I work less than x amount of hours per week/fortnight I have to get another job. That’s a royal pain in the butt, ’specially when I can’t stockpile those hours eg work 30 this week and still be covered if I only do 10hours next week etc.
I really enjoy this job, I’ve only been working there for about 6 months now, but after nearly 9 years at my old workplace this new job is so completely different and wonderful.
Of course having said that, there is one person who I now work with, who while really nice, has a bit of a passive aggressive thing with me going(it’s funny really cause I’m such a laid back type of person and not much ever really bothers me) We both started at the same time, to do the same job; but in that time I’ve picked up extra work in other areas as well as covering for other things when people are away, along with learning a bit of this and a bit of that so I can help out when/if needed. She hasn’t. For the most part I think a lot of this could be due to the fact that I make sure that if the work that needs to be done is done, or I hang around to finish it and if/when they offer extra hours I say yes - where she has occasionally said no. Anyway as I mentioned she’s not a bad person at all, but she’s prone to add the odd digg at me (when in earshot of one of the managers etc) or to “jokingly” point out that I haven’t done this or couldn’t find that etc. It’s weird in that passive/aggressive way and not something I’ve ever dealt with before so for the time being I continue to ignore it.
I know I won’t stop taking the extra hours when offered - I need all the money I can get, and thankfully the kids are old enough to understand - and they even occasionally help out around the house 
of course they could help a lot more - particularly those weekends where I start work at 6 on a Saturday and don’t get home till late - there’s nothing worse than coming home to a house that looks like it’s been hit by a bomb. But having said that, my daughter has offered to make tea tonigh so I’ll be sitting down to a nice stir-fry a bit later.
