Go west, east, north and south grumpy, young man…

Back to the day job. I get to tell men all over Australia where to go. They hate the ‘call’ from me telling them I need this and that done and when will you be doing it pretty-please-eyelash-flutter-Doc-Martens-poised-to-stamp if the wrong answer or competing attitude bounces off mine. Do I enjoy the job? No, but it gives me a legitimate excuse to be a bossy boots...not that I need one...