I was beginning to adapt to my boss’s side-lining plan, this being my punishment for ‘getting pregnant’, as she refers to my state of pending motherhood, when she yelled, ‘don’t forget you’re helping me with the interviews tomorrow, 7am start’.
This being her first mention of the request, I was none too pleased, but not surprised, at the implication that I might have ‘already forgotten’. So much for me being allowed to ‘take it easy’ then, as she’d previously promised.
Dodging the waves of morning sickness, I managed to trudge into work the next day, arriving just in time to start the interview. But by 8.30am, my boss still hadn’t arrived, seems she’d still managed to forget, in spite of having known about the early start for several weeks.
Just before I