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My Dear Princess and Dear Friends,

Well, don't I feel like the hideous drama queen. After a horrible night's sleep I dropped my bombshell email on the BA manager this morning. 

In the email I explained that I'd asked for just two things...

- A minimum 6 month contract and
- A role within Ellie's team

And he'd said "yes" to both those things but that subsequently...

- I'd been offered just 2 months and
- Someone else just got the job in Ellie's team

And so I thought it was reasonable that they go all the way to f*** and stay there in f*** for a reasonable length of time.

I may not have put it quite like that.

However I phrased it, it worked. Just three hours later I had...

- A six month contract
- A place in Ellie's team 
- $10 extra dollars an hour

I hadn't originally asked for the extra $10 so clearly being a hideous diva pays off. So after the histrionics of yesterday in which I actually went into mourning for losing my work relationships because I am a big drama, things actually worked out fine in the end.

And I'm left wondering why? I mean. Why is it that I so frequently have to throw an actual tantrum before people take my requests seriously?

Pondering aside, I had so much of a better day today it is not true. Jefe came into the office and we met up with Manda to go to Taco Bell. Obviously it does not mean much to me, but Jefe LOVES Taco Bell in the same way that Scottish people love macaroni pie from Greggs. He knows it's crap. But he loves it. 

So it was fun to go along with this pair and they are always good for the craic. And when I returned to the office, Corrie was there too! She was delighted I was sticking around and gave me a hug. I love Corrie. 

After work, she came back to Paraparaumu with me, where Caro worked on Corrie's CV with her. The problem with Corrie is similar to mine yesterday. 

EFFING STUPID MANAGERS

Even though she stepped in and ran a multi-million dollar project successfully, salvaging the crisis created by 

EFFING STUPID MANAGERS

when they forced Shenée out, they are now threatening to return her to her previous position. She spoke to her team lead about applying for a Project Manager position, on account of how she has been managing a project. And her team lead pooh-poohed the idea, suggesting she lacks experience. 

...other than her experience of managing AN ACTUAL EFFING PROJECT. 

So anyway, Caro pooh-poohed the pooh-pooher and helped Corrie create an IMPREGNABLE CV. Seriously. I had no idea. Caro has this brilliant strategic mind that basically planted little Caro-bombs for anyone unwary enough to turn Corrie down. 

I mean, don't they WANT to applaud her achievements at the age of 28? Don't they think it's IMPORTANT to have Māori and female representation amongst the project management team? I mean SURE, if you think someone who deals with multiple internal and external stakeholders DURING A PANDEMIC isn't impressive that's up to you but hey I wonder what would happen if you can't justify that position after the interview....

This is how Caro thinks. "It's like WAR," she told Corrie with relish. 

Afterward we corrupted Corrie with reality tv. We made her watch the UK Apprentice and Married At First Sight Australia.

"Oh I don't really watch those shows," she apologised. 

By the time MAFS finished, she was devastated. "You mean I have to wait until MONDAY for the next part?!???" she wailed.

Bahahahahahaaaaaa... another one sucked in.

So a wonderful end to a crappy couple of days. I recommend hideous diva-ry to anyone reading this.

S.

p.s. Oh I nearly forgot. A giant octopus attacked Wellington harbour at lunchtime. I think a few dozen people may have got eaten. But more importantly, I went to Taco Bell.