As many of you know, Feffie left me a WHOLE year ago to move to the arctic in pursuit of her girlfriend (whom I knew I was no good…just sayin). She ended up single, but with a pretty decent job at the bank. And since it’s the arctic she’s making pretty good money. Also she waitresses at a bar (frequented by old army men).
She has been promising me she is coming home for some time now. I was starting to loose faith in her until everything North of the 60th parallel went to shit.
Seriously.
Last week her bar paycheque bounced. Seems the government has seized those bank accounts. ouch.
And this week? The bank? Put her on PROBATION. See she pissed off the powers that be for ratting out a chick that has called in sick since JANUARY and was at the bar on Friday night. Also she misplaced several thousand dollars (Feffie not sick chick).
Feffie is OUTRAGED. She cannot transfer to Ontario while on probation. She cannot be interviewed for another position while on probation.
AND? Her immediate supervisor and the assistant manager are both on probation too. All because of this sick chick? What the hell?
So basically Feffie is screwed at the bank. She is relatively sure they are just waiting to fire her.
Of course one time she did manage to offend the MP’s sister so horribly that she was planning on filing a human rights complaint against Feffie.
Poor Feffie is stressed and dare I say, slightly bitter.
BUT I think this might mean? She’s coming home.
Eventually.
p.s. I just had the HARDEST time spelling parallel. Not something I spell all that often unless I happen to be blogging about the parallel universe that exsists under my fridge.
