tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3432382804917497650.post372062308976302259..comments2023-12-30T15:23:47.095+00:00Comments on Is there a Plan B?: Greener grassHarriethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11975259590293860488noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3432382804917497650.post-85982404449675113412014-04-22T19:00:28.690+01:002014-04-22T19:00:28.690+01:00And I never did it! Sorry sorry, rubbish me! Aarg...And I never did it! Sorry sorry, rubbish me! Aargh!! Off to draft it now and post later. Although I'm not sure I know enough bloggers any more to pass it on. Harriethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11975259590293860488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3432382804917497650.post-68274170519759085982014-04-22T18:59:45.149+01:002014-04-22T18:59:45.149+01:00Sad fish. And so was I. Sad fish. And so was I. Harriethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11975259590293860488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3432382804917497650.post-58457795423250554452014-04-22T18:58:22.657+01:002014-04-22T18:58:22.657+01:00Thank you (belatedly!)Thank you (belatedly!)Harriethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11975259590293860488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3432382804917497650.post-65911432960885091292014-02-15T10:24:34.981+00:002014-02-15T10:24:34.981+00:00And speaking of questions...
I have tagged you ov...And speaking of questions...<br /><br />I have tagged you over at my blog. And could you also post a comment for me on your mate Carrot Crush's blog to say the same? I keep getting spam-filtered out, and there's no email address on her blog. <br /><br />Thanks.Iota https://www.blogger.com/profile/08507184283437057648noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3432382804917497650.post-48493141378836505842014-02-02T19:48:05.900+00:002014-02-02T19:48:05.900+00:00I used to interview people for a living. I'm a...I used to interview people for a living. I'm appalled at the questions.<br /><br />We used to have fish. Last one died recently after 11 years :-(Trishhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00119443727504215312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3432382804917497650.post-43275919980295929032014-01-29T22:05:10.843+00:002014-01-29T22:05:10.843+00:00I love this post. Clever you xI love this post. Clever you xAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08790725880329761329noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3432382804917497650.post-12477558332901977652014-01-23T00:22:59.421+00:002014-01-23T00:22:59.421+00:00I can do you some very nice wallpaper...I can do you some very nice wallpaper...Harriethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11975259590293860488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3432382804917497650.post-42151589419951862082014-01-23T00:22:10.611+00:002014-01-23T00:22:10.611+00:00Pps we have fish too! Love the fish! Pps we have fish too! Love the fish! Harriethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11975259590293860488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3432382804917497650.post-32856289517285318262014-01-23T00:21:20.885+00:002014-01-23T00:21:20.885+00:00Isn't there a twitter feed that talks about th...Isn't there a twitter feed that talks about this sort of everyday sexism? Must find it...,Harriethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11975259590293860488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3432382804917497650.post-50731475495926440262014-01-22T22:03:45.663+00:002014-01-22T22:03:45.663+00:00I want to be decorated in the New Years Honours......I want to be decorated in the New Years Honours... *stamps foot*Iota https://www.blogger.com/profile/08507184283437057648noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3432382804917497650.post-65152878435450518082014-01-22T17:38:14.695+00:002014-01-22T17:38:14.695+00:00Ps I have a fish - I feel the need to share that!Ps I have a fish - I feel the need to share that!AGuidingLifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05823333742737762759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3432382804917497650.post-34542986248009358172014-01-22T17:37:40.553+00:002014-01-22T17:37:40.553+00:00I am hopping up and down with *steam* coming out o...I am hopping up and down with *steam* coming out of my ears. I was 'offered' redundancy by my manager. I discovered he had 'offered' it to me, the only woman on the team, because I was a 'second' income earner and probably didn't want to be going to work, his words. He had no idea if my husband worked or not, how much he does or doesn't earn or whether any of the men on the team have high achieving wives. I'm the woman, I can go, and yes spot on, the female HR rep was there and never blinked. AGuidingLifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05823333742737762759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3432382804917497650.post-3806395339627515262014-01-22T17:08:48.809+00:002014-01-22T17:08:48.809+00:00So I had the following questions in the space of o...So I had the following questions in the space of one interview:<br /> <br />- how have your priorities changed since you had children? <br />- how long is your commute? (his was twice mine, I established)<br />- what did being made redundant teach you? <br />- what does your best friend do for a living? (huh?)<br />- what does your husband do? <br />- Its time consuming dealing with under 3s isn't it?<br /><br />When I had successfully parried most of these and given little away he resorted to telling me about *his* kids to try and draw me in and talk about mine. No luck, dude. <br /><br />Then I had another interview in which the interviewer said (no jokes) - 'its going to be impossible for you to meet deadlines when you have two children and live out of London'. Not even a question, and the HR lady was sitting next to him and didn't even blink. <br /><br />Fun and games. One of those womennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3432382804917497650.post-19879306565487740742014-01-22T09:27:13.290+00:002014-01-22T09:27:13.290+00:00The bit about the supper was a joke...The bit about the supper was a joke...Harriethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11975259590293860488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3432382804917497650.post-12491324436612161452014-01-22T09:24:52.813+00:002014-01-22T09:24:52.813+00:00I thought that part of your post was a joke. Plea...I thought that part of your post was a joke. Please, please tell me that they didn't really ask someone how she was going to pick the children up from school and cook her husband's supper. Pleaseā¦.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3432382804917497650.post-16975581698130396742014-01-22T08:14:31.135+00:002014-01-22T08:14:31.135+00:00Woo hoo!!
Have been getting v ranty about this (w...Woo hoo!!<br /><br />Have been getting v ranty about this (which is why I put it in although it wasn't directly relevant).<br /><br />A male friend here is interviewing for jobs at the mo. He has three children and a wife. I asked. They have NEVER been mentioned in interview. Harriethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11975259590293860488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3432382804917497650.post-13845752279168725622014-01-21T22:01:36.789+00:002014-01-21T22:01:36.789+00:00They offered it to me.
And my husband can lump i...They offered it to me. <br /><br />And my husband can lump it. <br /><br />See you next week. xx One of those women.noreply@blogger.com