Daughter1, the teacher, is being subjected to workplace bullying from her principal. It is a christian school and the principal does not like women in the workplace. In fact he is trying to negogiate employment contracts that exclude any rights to maternity leave. Daughter 1 is not only a member of the union but taking part in the negotiations and of course standing up for women's rights. This had meant that she, not the men who are fighting for the same things, but she as the lone woman has become his target.
Daughter1 is a little fragile, as she suffers from depression and so this is not an easy time for her. She has been called in to have a "meeting" with the little principal, but she is not going to any meeting without her union rep. I said that if she wants I will go to meetings with her - after my experiences in the Basement of Discontent last year, I know how to handle these damn bullies and liars.
I know we can't protect our children once they are grown and that they must fights their own figths, but public be warned, you take on any member of the Flamingo Dancer family and you get to fight all 5! Daughter2 has rallied with legal advice and support, Son is coming forth with HR advice and support, Mr FD is being the voice of reason and expereince, and I am just going to hone my stick to a point and go in for the kill. No on messes with us and can expect not to come out bloodied. We go into attack mode, not just defense mode. You often can't help what happens to you, but you do have control how it happens to you.
So, prepare for the storm... Flamingo Dancer is in battle mode. The stick shall reign!
It is our expereince, that christian schools that profess love and christian values are most frequently the abuser of employee rights.
I am so angry and to make it worse, that far right climate change denier, women hating, indigenous hating bigot Tony Abbot has just been voted in as the leader of the oppostion Liberal Party. I hope that The Big Whatever smites him and smites him hard. What is wrong with the universe? How can a bully boy al la Dick Cheney rise to such a level in Australia? Thank God Kevin Rudd is still in power - he better make sure he stays in power or I may have to move to Provence sooner than I expected. Rupert Murdoch must be rubbing his hands together in glee - he loves Tony Abbot.
Enough said, as GOF suggested re my twitch, I should keep busy to avoid my thoughts and anger. I am going to get the stick out of storage and sharpen it to a fine point. I has me some huntin' to do. Stay indoors if you are squeamish.
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I have an eye twitch! I have had it off and on for a week or so now. It comes on in the afternoon and drives me to the point of irritation. I suffer and I suffer.
I looked for a possible solution but merely found that The most common things that make the muscle in your eyelid twitch are fatigue, stress, and caffeine. Once spasms begin, they may continue off and on for a few days. Then, they disappear. Well, I knew that already, but the damn thing is not disappearing.
You may be at this point thinking that I have a low threshold for irriation, well I do, Mr FD will vouch for that. When one is perfection one expects perfection! However, as I only have one eye to have that eye a'twitchin' and a'winkin is not to be tolerated. Beside the neighbours probably already think I am tottering on the brink of sanity and to view me walking out to the mailbox, twitching and muttering might mean I fall over the edge into "crazy flamingo lady".
It is all below the dignity of one as wonderful as I...it is tooo human fraility for a Goddess! What to do, what to do?
These last 4 days off work have been SO SO great.
Please don't make me go back to work tomorrow.
I have never been to Provence, but tonight I am thinking of moving to Provence and becoming a shepherdess. Mr FD has said he will buy me a crook and I shall keep a herd of Rove goats . I shall spend 17-18 hours a day with my goats in the fields while they eat native herbs such as thyme which will flavour the cheese that I will make. I will look out over fields of lavender and drink wine and eat cheese and bread for lunch. I will be a legend amongst shepherdess. Shepherds will worship at my dainty feet.
Provence is the place for me. I will not be lonely as there are some 55,000 flamingoes living in the reserves of Provence. I will be able to dance and dance and dance.
Mr FD may miss me, but I think my calling is clear. One cannot deny one's destiny. I will be superb.
Maybe it was a good thing that teleivion did come along....
Dang...made it to the homepage again!
Menu Inspirations
Haven't made your menu plan yet? E has. But wait....no ham?
Yes - if Kindle just doesn't do it for you, spray a little of Smell of Books in a can! You can choose between that new book smell, "eau you have cats" or my personal favourite, the classic musty book smell. Ah the smell of a library in a can - surely life is complete now!
I want to start playing Bing Crosby and Nat King Cole Christmas songs and to dive into the cupboard under the stairs to find all the bits that make up our Christmas tree. I want to deck the halls with holly and tralalalalala. I want to make a list and check it twice.
This is probably the first Christmas that I will decorate the tree alone, now that both daughters no longer live at home. Daughter1 and The Boy have just bought their own tree and are on the way to setting their own traditions.
It is funny what traditions get carried on by our families. When Mr FD and I celebrated our first Christmas together, I bought a little Mr and Mrs Claus tree ornament and set it right in the middle of the tree. Every year since Mr and Mrs Claus have reclaimed their position. The other day Daughter1 told me that she had been driving The Boy crazy in her search for the perfect Mr and Mrs Claus for their tree. She must have a Mr and Mrs Claus too. It makes me smile to think of their future with their tree. They are so filled with hope and plans.
This is the first Christmas in years and years where I don't have to work like crazy up to the last moment. I have time to enjoy and indulge myself in all the Christmas joys I wish. All I am asking Santa for is a job...and I have been good...well mostly good...as good as a Flamingo Dancer can be. Maybe I had better bake extra cookies for him...
Now that Mr FD is working from home and I am mistress of my own time, he has taken to asking me to accompany him on short trips about town, such as if he is dropping seed off for testing and knows he won't be away from the car long. I take a drink bottle and a book and sit under the shade of a tree for a few minutes if the car is too hot.
However, I draw the line at his whistling and calling "here girl!" when he wants to leave.
