Going back to the morning Val fetched me after Jinx produced her litter. I sat in the car and was telling Val all about the labour and the lovely babies and the joys of birth.
I did not mention that I was sure I had forgotten to brush my teeth. I sat there very aware of the hairy feeling on my teeth and the sudden need to be quiet over came me.
How could I forget such a basic action? Something we do almost instinctively. Well think that Jinx chose to have her babies right by the basin was maybe why I was distracted.
I mean when I had to use the loo I had to sit sideways. You ever tried to sit on a loo sideways. It is just not designed for side sitting. Our butts are not shaped to fit on a toilet seat sideways. Any way the fact that my feet do not touch the ground properly makes this an even more ridiculous sight. Thank goodness I only had my animals to witness me sitting there with my feet dangling like a little 6 year old girl.
They do not design Loos for short people. Bern jokes that she will bring me a step. Not funny!
We picked Mathew up on the way to work that day and I was busy telling him all about Jinx and the new babies, when Matt dropped a whopper. Well I was secretly pleased as this would mask the fact that I had not brushed my teeth, but Val was not at all impressed. She asked him if he knew that a cow had died in his orifice and that he should really go and have that looked at.
Work had been challenging what with the new venture and the Lack of sleep. Bern and I are exhausted. We are coping with possibly three maybe four hours sleep. I know I looked quite horrendous. The phone calls and the work pressure became manageable and the e-mails flew back and forward about operation procedures and perceived mistakes, which I responded to and cleared up any misconceptions.
By now my nerves are frazzled but Bern managed to make me smile and I am finally got through the week. But there was one time......... when I lost it and admire Bernadette for having very little tact and a no nonsense attitude. She never faces the ridiculous situations I get myself into.
Being 5ft 2 ½ inches (don’t forget the ½ inch) does give me a decided advantage as I am always under estimated but because of my height I tend to be approached by strangers as I appear non-threatening . My children say I am the most non threatening person you will ever meet. I am naturally a nurturer and care giver. If fact if you read Sarah’s comments on my discipline blogs you will see I was quite an intimidating punisher …. NOT!!!
Well I can live with that, no one wants to known as a Bully, Bullies are the scourge of the earth and deserve to be beaten at their own game!.
Really I will be standing in a queue at the bank or at the supermarket and before I reach the till I will know the history of the person behind me or in front of me, I will know about their illness and their losses a and their children or parents. I swear to you I just stand there and I must have ‘TALK TO ME! Tattooed on my forehead.
Oh well worst things could happen, I could be one of those moaning myrtles hahahaha. As read my blog I realize that is exactly what I sound like. Aren’t you glad you are not in front of me in a queue as I might decide to unburden myself to you! I stand there and listen to their woes and have this smile stuck on my face when all I am thinking is “Please don’t’ talk to me please let me be invisible.
What makes you think I care about your ingrown toe nail or your lack of controlling your flatulence as you clearly have a problem with that because Buddy you smell!”
Have you ever wished you could turn around and say to them – “Does it look like I actually care?” but no that would be very bad mannered and I grin and bear the invasion of my privacy and offer a kind word and maybe a suggestion like “Go see a vet about your toe – or go see a therapist for advice as I am not qualified to help a psycho who speaks to complete strangers in a queue about their sex life or lack thereof.!"
No I stand there and watch the teller with beady eyes hoping she can read my subliminal messages I am sending. : Hurry up and rescue me from this Mad person who thinks I want to stand here and Chat when all I want to do is escape into my world and plan the day or next meal or just stand there and loose myself in my thoughts.
That never happens to Bern who is taller than me but she is on no manner a tall person or opposing but she is never underestimated. It is almost as if some people are born with the ability to command respect and are natural born leaders.
Being a woman manger in the freight industry is not an easy task, but I have yet to see her being treated with disrespect by her crew and the loyalty they show her is quite heartening. I wish I could muster up that kind of respect, but alas that is not to be, I have to handle things a little differently.
There was one time Bern had to go and do a collection while still working in Johannesburg and the client were struggling to move the boxes as they were quite heavy and they were quite surprised when Bern arrived without an assistant.
They stood there and watched her load the boxes in excess of 20 and then drive off. These wimps did not offer any assistance and it was only last month when one of them was telling the story to Sarah who still works with them.
The way he tells it. He and his work mate had struggled to move the boxes and when Bern arrived they were put to shame as she picked them up and loaded them and drove off with no effort at all. He said that he and his college stood there shamed and embarrassed and in awe of this woman who was smaller than them and certainly looked weaker than them put them to shame.
Brandon said right there and then he made the decision never to take Bern on and that he definitely had to go to gym to buff up.
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