The Working Mum #2 – The Boss is a Bitch

My boss can be a bitch.

Yes, I work for myself but bloody hell can I be a tough cookie sometimes! I’m a firm believer in strict deadlines, organised diaries, lists and a proper work area. Sometimes I want to take the la[top over to the sofa but I know my boss-self won’t approve. The sofa is very comfy and encourages me to think of soft things, like clothes so I tend to browse a bit more.

My bitch-of-a-boss-self has put a social media restriction on me lately (I can grudgingly agree with her on this one) as it turns out I am more productive when not fluttering between tasks. I’m missing the twitter chat though so will have to schedule in some time to indulge myself.

One of the Bitch-Boss’ biggest bugbears at the moment is my pen chewing habit. I developed this after giving up smoking before I got pregnant with my eldest. I’ve tried chewing gum, boiled sweets, all sorts. I just can’t not chew pens. As a consequence I have no pens in the house. The Boss is considering docking replacement pens from my wages. I have to say though, I’m sure I hear her chuckle when I end up popping to Tesco or doing to school run with an ink stained mouth.

I’m probably being slightly unfair to the the Boss. Working from home is no easier than working in an office. I still have the same amount of work, can avoid commutes but have other distractions such as an adorable 14m old who can completely floor the Boss with one giggle. Thankfully most of the time the Boss keeps me in touch and motivated which is important when there is no-one else to give me the occasional swift kick.

Credit where credit is due, I wouldn’t get far without my Boss-self. I might treat her to some fancy leak-proof pens.