Working girl

THIS past month has seen aplenty. I was offered a new desk job out of the blue that now sees me working two jobs totalling a 40hr+ week. And I'm exhausted.

Not a lover of things that change, I'm not doing too bad in my acceptance. Although I'd rest a little easier if I could shed a few of those forty hours to spend time organising home life as I see fit.

The boys are getting to the stage where they need to be here, there and everywhere for sports events and training and socialising ... and even the school pick up now we live more than an ample stone's throw away from the school gates.

So to fill my working week, I work two days being part of a busy team at a pest control company working a desk job to rid the peninsula of its eebie-jeebies. And there's plenty of them by my reckoning. Not that I've actually seen any yet but they're definitely out there - as the office records show.

And for four days - two full and two in part - I rock up as a receptionist at a local and groovy hair salon. My bosses - an extremely successful businesswoman and her extremely hard-working husband - are just gorgeous. They treat me like a princess and ooze a nature that I warmed to in seconds.

In the early days, I must admit to feeling a tad jaded that the job wasn't for me and felt an uneasiness that came with the role of 'looking after' a well established group of young female hair stylists and what they were all about ... but the marital management team gave me the gusto to get on with it and gets things under my wing.

So after unexpectedly landing myself all this extra work, some girlfriends suggested we escape the Melbourne winter for a four night stay on the Gold Coast to celebrate the 40th birthdays of two of the girls. From which we've just returned.

Six of us boarded the jet for a quickie two hour flight north, met by a stretch limo and pinstriped driver. Champers on the way to our new temporary home was served up while we giggled like teenagers on their way to a Blue Light disco.

Our 33rd floor apartment took in oceanic views and throughout our stay at Surfers Paradise, we laughed and talked and drank and chilled. Peppered with the odd bit of goldfish racing, we came to the end of our stay and headed back to our husbands and families.

Now it's back to reality and the 40hr+ working weeks that put us in the commanding position to be able to live this lifestyle we're living. And loving...