That’s it folks. I’ve decided to resign. Larsen Inc. will have to find a new CFO, chef, cleaning lady, driver, personal shopper, hairdresser, life coach, and drama queen.
Because, you see, rather than find a more effective method than nagging and yelling to get what I want, I’m just going to quit. Who needs that kind of stress anyway? The pay is terrible, the benefits often unnoticable. And don’t even get me started on the hours. 24/7 with very few breaks.
So the next time you come to my house, just be warned, the following are likely to occur: you will (1) get stuck to the floor after tripping over backpacks, shoes and underwear; (2) gasp at the lack of running water and electricity; (3) smell my bathrooms and realize the toilet is not actually supposed to be brown; (4) find my children–their hair tangled and bodies filthy– trying to BBQ the dog (5) my husband desperately trying his hand at paying bills in order to get the magic lights and flushing toilets back (yeah, good luck without the computer)
Once you’ve taken all this in, look for my chaise lounge. There you will find me, flashlight in one hand, book in the other.
You’ll have to take your complaints to someone else, though.
Because I’m not in charge anymore.