Oh no!
Made grouchy all day. And I pitched a hissy fit and told everyone I was almost 60, a right royal b, and just didn't really care what anyone thought and that if they didn't like it lump it. I stomped back to my office (found chocolate in my desk drawer so all was good!).
Poor GM - he crept into my office and asked 'can I ask you something?' hahahaha - 'Sure - what's up?'; 'Can you figure out this estimate that we owe a refund on'; 'Sure - Here let me send you all the info, let me know if you want me to issue an exchange cheque or not'.
Poor dude likely thought I would tear his head off hahahaha! He's lucky I keep everything and know what the heck is going on there. But it does make me realize as much as I do like the guys there, they are just not going to compensate me properly. I have no choice but to start in earnest finding a proper job, I have become to comfortable there with the guys - it's all nice and dandy to like the people you work with, but at the end of the day I need to make a living.... (yes I am also making a point mentioning this, to Pastel - how she is paying attention!).
OK and now tax for my ramblings
BFTP June 2022
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