Results tagged “Working Mum”

By Tabitha Ronson

My boss has been off work sick. As usual, whether she's ill or otherwise, her workload has mostly fallen upon my desk and - as is the general custom - Young Colleague has been giving the impression she is the one shouldering the burden.

Normally this would irritate me to the point where I'd need to run to the loo lock myself inside a cubicle - and scream silently.

By Tabitha Ronson

Wow! The weekend made me realise just how cool it is being a mum.

Yes, there are the endless washing cycles, sleepless nights and an unnerving familiarity with the GPs' waiting room but there are the perks too. And there are lots of them...

By Tabitha Ronson

For the past few weeks I have been trifling with the affections of another company.
I was approached by them to join their operation, I have been in talks, hammering out the details of a contract of employment.

I keep stalling, adding yet another demand to my terms and conditions.

By Tabitha Ronson

I had the strangest encounter at the weekend. I was travelling on the train taking Master A to stay with his grandparents when a woman seated opposite, started up a conversation with me.

At first I didn't know how to respond, simply nodding and smiling while she chatted.

By Tabitha Ronson

I feel cheated.

An eagerly-anticipated Bank Holiday weekend of time spent with friends, featuring Easter egg hunts for the kids and leisurely lunches, stolen, replaced by hours in A&E, sleepless nights and a washing machine running on overtime.

By Tabitha Ronson

I've just returned from a skiing trip to the Dolomites with Master A. It was eventful to say the least.

There was a serious lack of snow but that was the least of the dramas in the mountains.

By Tabitha Ronson

Master A is down with impetigo and I have a conference in Bath, with an overnight. What's a mum to do?

Before I had a child, I was blissfully ignorant to the world of hideously titled illnesses such as ringworm, hives, slapped cheek syndrome, hand, foot and mouth disease, chicken skin...

By Tabitha Ronson

I was lucky enough to be the plus one of my boss at a special production of A Midsummer Night's Eve at the Globe Theatre last week.

I won't go into details about how and why I was chosen but needless to say Young Colleague has been harrumphing in my ear, worming in my boss's, ever since.

By Tabitha Ronson

With my blank stares and monosyllabic answers, I thought I had made it perfectly clear to Young Colleague that I had as much interest in her as a hardened carnivore has in a Miso-marinated Tofu mixed grill.

By Tabitha Ronson

In a bolt out of the blue, my boss passed over one of her "valued" clients to me on Monday.

I have no idea why, but my suspicion is that it's a carrot very similar to the recent honorarium she awarded me to keep me on side.

By Tabitha Ronson

A couple of my dearest friends departed the City two years ago to take up residence in Geneva.

They are both in banking, he an analyst for a major corporation, she, a trader for an equally heavy hitter and they moved to the Swiss capital because of their work.

By Tabitha Ronson

For the past month Master A has been obsessed with martial arts - inspired not by the late great Bruce Lee but by a Panda named Po.

My mother bought him a copy of Kung Fu Panda as a treat for being awarded a certificate for his "imaginative play" (I've yet to find out from his teacher what that actually is referring to).

By Tabitha Ronson

I received an email from my boss on Monday, informing me that I am to receive a "little extra something" in my pay packet next month.

A bonus, an honorarium - a huge shock.

By Tabitha Ronson

My head has been hunted! From out of the blue, on Friday, I received a call asking whether I would be willing to change companies. It's a tough one.

If I'd been actively looking for a move then this opportunity would have been perfect but although I grizzle and whinge about my company (don't we all?), I'm actually quite content.

By Tabitha Ronson

I've ordered the red envelopes, fished out paper lanterns from last year's festivities, and over the last few days, squeezing it in after work until the wee small hours, cleaned my house from top to bottom. I'm ready to herald in the Chinese New Year.

By Tabitha Ronson

I'm still recovering from the weekend. My head is a mish-mash of mush.

Not a great position to be in when required to be leading on my department's year-start strategic agenda.

By Tabitha Ronson

Start the year how you mean to go on... If that's the case I may as well hibernate for the next 12 months, resurfacing only to witness another dazzling New Year firework display.

I've only been back in the office for two days and I've already dropped a whopper of a lie to my boss. Even by my standards this is remarkably swift.

By Tabitha Ronson

Crack open the Krug. Christmas magic is in the air. At last, I have found something at which Young Colleague does not excel.

In fact, I would go as far to say she actually sucks at it.

By Tabitha Ronson

It had it all - a donkey who curled up and fell asleep, a herald of heavenly angels jostling for centre stage, a tug-of-war over the Baby Jesus and one of the wise men offering up "Frankenstein" to the new born king.

By Tabitha Ronson

The pandemonium that is the Christmas countdown has begun. One weekend down, three to go - and I'm already over it.

Master A's diary is already inked thickly, with dates to various Santa rendezvous, elf workshops and pantomime performances lined up.