Pumpkin's rant of the day: I Didn't Want Bubbles Anyway (and other stories)

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Good evening. This first part isn't really a rant. I went to go in the bath. I'd bought myself a favourite bubble bath of mine. Well, that's what I thought I had bought. I hadn't had a bubble bath for a while and was really looking forward to my lilac bubble bath. The lilac bubble bath turned out to be lavender. "Not disappointing at all, a lavender bath is lovely", I hear you say. Well, thankfully, I noticed that it was lavender before opening the bottle because, yes, I do love it but, sadly, I am allergic to it. It wouldn't have done a massive amount of harm - just made me itch, given me a rash, and caused a headache - but I'd still rather not have that. Of course, I should have checked the label on the bottle before purchasing the bubble bath. I did not think of that as, firstly, I was in a rush and, secondly, the bottle (size, style, shape, and colour of the bottle and its contents) looked exactly like my preferred product. I didn't even realise that there was a lavender version of it, especially considering that it's a specific one I use precisely because I can't use lavender. Well, hopefully, I have learned my lesson from that - always check what you're getting, even if it looks exactly the same. Good advice, in general, I think, as some animals and plants imitate other animals and plants to dupe their unsuspecting prey into being poisoned by what looks like something benign. Now, onto 'other stories'. I'm having a bit of trouble with an ethical dilemma. You see, I like my job except for not liking the employer. I get on with her and she seems to like me but she's often berating her other employees (I don't know if they deserve what she's saying about them but she certainly shouldn't be saying those things to me). I also believe that she is 'playing the system'. She's certainly lazy. It seems she doesn't do anything unless she has someone there to drive her around. She claims to be partially sighted to the point of being registered blind. I am not the only person to be unconvinced that her sight is as bad as she'd have people believe. She claims all sorts of financial support. I don't begrudge anyone financial support if they need/deserve it. I do begrudge it to people who are out for all they can get, those who make it difficult for the genuine. She has a disabled parking badge too. A privilege I feel she abuses. And she has a guide dog. I wasn't certain until someone else mentioned it but the dog is not very well cared for at all. I can only assume that she gets fed. Her exercise usually consists of 5 minutes run around an empty field and not allowed to fully 'relieve' herself (seemingly due to my employer's impatience). My employer claims to want to work, attends college when she feels like it, but she seems to think she can dictate the exact work and employer. Although, it doesn't appear that she actually does want to work. She has told me that it's a lot to expect her unemployed husband to attend a course for 4 hours a day, once a week because it's a long day and they have other things to do. They haven't complained too much about it since I pointed out that, had either of them had a full time job, they'd be working every day and for longer periods of time. I'm not sure why the husband doesn't work. My employer says she's a carer for him because he has learning difficulties/mental illness, although she's never been more specific about that. My employer and her husband want to move house. Their reasons being that there are no shops and that people keep parking near to their house. They don't drive so the parking doesn't really affect them (they have two parking spaces of their own behind their house anyway). As for shops, well, if they're too lazy to walk the 30 seconds to the post box that's there, and their PAs drive them everywhere, I'm not sure what difference it would make being near shops. Those reasons, though, could be considered reasonable. Another reason is that they want to move from a 3 bedroom house to a 4 bedroom house. They are a couple with no children. She's decided they need at least 3 rooms in case her nephew and niece come to stay. She didn't like the fact the local social housing wouldn't allocate them any more than a one bedroom and, even if they had the nephew and niece, they wouldn't be offered more than a 2 bedroom because of the children's ages. Not only did they want the spare bedrooms for the possible once every few months that the children might stay, the husband mentioned having a 4th bedroom because you need an extra room for all your stuff. :/ I soon shut them both up with that nonsense when I said I'd never lived in a house with a spare bedroom and that I, personally, would be content with 2 bedrooms as all I wanted was a home my disabled partner could share. The woman is also ignorant. It's hard to have a conversation with her, although she's getting better! However, it did take several times of me telling her I couldn't take on certain hours because I had another job and couldn't always change the times before she finally seemed to understand that I couldn't be at her beck and call all day every day. A former employee of my employer has asked me a couple of times if I'm still there! She always seems surprised when I said I am. As I said to her, though, I've had worse jobs. Spending most of your life working with toddlers puts you in good stead with such people! I could go on. But I won't. I am wondering, though... I do not agree with some of the things my employer does (or doesn't do). I don't think she's being entirely honest about her disabilities, and I don't think the dog is being cared for very well. My dilemma is that I really do need to work, don't want to chop and change again as I have been doing for the past 3 years, and I do, mostly, like the job. But I feel like a hypocrite and false in a way, having to be nice to someone who isn't nice, and working with her when I spend half the time wishing I could scream at her! I'm not really sure what the discussion is here. Just wanted to get that off my chest. Have you had such a dilemma? A choice between a job or your conscience? Or anything similar?