“Having a new baby is like getting a new job. You start off with the three-month probation period. These three months are the most difficult three months in your career. Your boss is basically a jerk. He is always angry and upset, he occasionally gets so engrossed in his work and s–ts himself and cries a lot. He told you when you started the hours were flexible and ‘family-friendly,’ but what he meant was you could be working overnight without double-time or a toilet break.
You had to do an extensive medical to even get the job; the medical was so extensive it left you out of breath with pains shooting up your lady garden. At the end you either get gutted or ripped a new one (they choose for you) and then you have to take as many pain killers as you can until you get thrush. It’s very brutal.
So, you’re trying to recover from all of this, but you also have to keep feeding your boss because he forgets to eat, he’s actually very incapable and highly emotional (pressures of the job). Every time you feed him you have to grate a bit of your nipple off. I know what you’re thinking, but apparently it’s legal… it’s some delicacy where he’s from and it’s part of your job description. Sometimes it gets too much, constantly feeding him and grating, so you just top him up with a pre-made lunch that’s been grated by Daisy (the cow from accounts), but then you have Karen from HR with her b–ch-a– know-it-all attitude telling you, ‘Fed isn’t best and if you really cared about the company you would be grating that nipple day and night and loving it!’ Otherwise you should be fired. F–king Karen. She’s always trying to get you to buy her essential oils.
Your friends stop asking you to do anything because you’re always working. You’re so desperate to just have a coffee with them, even a lunch break! But you can’t, you’re so busy. You stop showering and start living at the office, you start to only wear baggy clothes to work and big granny undies (it’s actually part of the uniform).
And finally, finally, finally… you reach the end of the three-month probation and things start to get better. Sure, you’re still working into the night, but your boss tells you you’re doing a good job, not verbally, he barely talks, but with a smile… he’s always staring at you like he’s got some sort of crush and you know it must be because you’re doing a good job. You actually start to enjoy working, and you feel more recovered from that horrible medical.
The day also finally comes when you build up enough courage to ask him if you have the job and can get your pay for the last three months, where he grunts and spits up his milk in your hair and tells you your job is actually at a volunteer basis, you won’t be getting any lunch breaks, no holidays, no sick pay, no long service leave; you and him are in it for the long haul together…
And for some screwed up reason, you’re really cool with that.”
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