My MOTHER.
Honestly, I am ready to chuck my computer through the window after talking to her.
She has been very worried about the state of finances at my house for some time (yeah, it's not her business, but you cannot tell her to stop worrying about this s***, because she won't), because I only work 6-8 hours a week these days, devoting the rest of my time to finishing my Ph.D. I know she thinks I won't finish it, because she never finished HER Ph.D, and therefore I should really go and get a job as a public servant. That is her dream. Anyway, I thought it might cheer her up to tell her Mr McSpaz got the new job he'd applied for. A much better salary, the new company will pay for further training and qualifications in engineering, AND it gets him out of iiNet before TPG takes over. But when I said 'We'll need to get a second car for the first 3 months, as they won't give him a company car until after the probationary period' she made this 'ttt-
onnnngh' noise - you know, the f***ing sound people make when they die playing Mario or something (not me - I feel about dying in computer games the same way I feel about football umpires, so my reactions are a little more extreme). Except she made this noise about 5 times and then proceeded to complain what an expense, what a hassle, what an inconvenience the whole thing was, and couldn't he have just stayed at his old job?

OK, I'm not thrilled about depleting our savings for a car he's only going to sell again in a few months' time, but strike me pink, glass half empty much?