A One Woman Show & Divorce Courts

(This pic is for my girls - you wouldn't kick that out of bed in the morning!! xx)

After another day in hell I'm seriously tempted to jack it in & get a much better paid job stacking shelves at a supermarket. Seriously, these people get £8 an hour - way more than what I get. Anyway, where to start? Well JK vanished to go to the dentist. Where does his dentist have his practice? Bloody Australia?! He was gone all day. Our non American took prolonged & frequent fag breaks so you can imagine how much help he was.

In the meantime I am fighting against the back log of bookings from yesterday until 10.30am & that put me further behind all day. I should have been able to delegate the bookings to the non Yank while I did the client invoices & tidied up their accounts but as he can't be trusted it didn't happen.

Then if we didn't have a fuel crisis. The garage we use was closed. We didn't know this until we'd sent three buses up to be filled (each wasting a valuable 12 miles worth of Diesel in the process I might add) & they returned with all the driverslooking puzzled. AT suggested we go to a different garage & pay cash until I pointed out they wouldn't get their money back from J. So it was up to me to solve the problem & as I was about to spout a torrent of blue language a United States Marine would have been proud of; I had a trademark TJ brainwave. IE Siphon the fuel out of the buses we weren't using & put it in the ones we were using. C'mon, am I fucking genius or what?

On top of all this I am going through a difficult emotional time as R is divorcing me. He informed me the papers are in the post & proceeded to hit me. So I punched him back in his stomach (we have quite a violent relationship) & its war . I want the fucking lot buddy - including your brand spanking new car. Oooh spanking, meep! xx

Ciao for now

TJ