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impyOh work. I don't understand you. At all. Last month I put in for 3/3-3/5 off. Somehow the computer ate that and turned it until 2/10-2/13 or something and work called in a panic. I explained that no, it was the beginning of March (and this was the first full week of February at the time, k?) and I was told, that's fine, just put it in the system again. So I did. I triple checked the dates this time and it was fine.
Imagine my surprise a couple of weeks ago, while I'm still very, very sick, when I see that not only am I on the schedule for the 3rd, but the 4th as well. WTF. Somehow the days I asked off are the ones you specifically put me on for? So I left a note saying a polite wtf and it turned into a game of guilt chicken. I would have told them to shove it had I not had to call off the weekend I was exceptionally sick with the flu. I really would've just stuck to, "Nope, can't and won't work and I told you in plenty of time AND you already okayed it." Instead I felt guilty about leaving them shorthanded that weekend and voila. Worked six days in a row. When I agreed to it, I thought I'd be getting a four day work week next week, but I'm pretty sure they're going to have me do this all over again next week... so the week after will be a 4 day work week, I think.
The reason I got screwed is because the other overnight clerk put in for most of two weeks off... which vexed me when I realized she outright lied to me when I asked her before she left for her days off. I can look at the online schedule and find out you asked for, and were given, days off, G. Don't lie about it. The only thing keeping me from being truly pissed is that she seemed so out of it that I wonder if her allergies were kicking up or if she caught a bug or something because she was a zombie both nights I worked with her. Considering the first night I was also a zombie, well, I can't fault her for the same thing.
If you ever find yourself thinking, "Huh, I think I'd like that Paypal credit card" you re-think that thought. This isn't the same as their line of credit, this is the card itself. I don't even understand what pretzel they've done to my account but it's got shit pending that should have cleared and won't let me pay and it says my balance is something much lower than it should be and basically I am not pleased.
Anyway, the reason I'd wanted the weekend off is because the 3rd is the anniversary of my father's death. And yes, it's been seven years and no, it does not feel like he's been gone that long and that means I'd rather spend the day with my family. I'd rather not be at work when some random song comes on and I go from being fine, just fine to a crying mess because while I can compartmentalize like a pro, I don't think it's the best thing in the world to do if you don't need to.
Thing is, the boy and I got lucky. Our dad was/is pretty great and he's worth missing and mourning and remembering. He's worth the day when I don't necessarily feel like doing a damn thing but crying because it's been seven years since I last heard him laugh or saw him smile or smirk or just because I remember how he was at the very end and that's not really something I like to dwell on.
It makes me sad to know that should hell freeze and I couple up with someone, they won't get to know him in all his almost but not quite normal weirdness and sarcasm and to be wary whenever he offered you something because there was always a catch. They won't know that animals flocked to him or the way he and Widget would just conk out on the chair together 'resting their eyes.'
Unlike a lot of people I know, Dad made time for us. It might have involved more yardwork or running around the track or exercise than I was all that fond of (look, when you're the girl after a certain age, it just sucks that the dudes are like in short shorts and shoes and have finally cooled down but you're still about to die from heatstroke) , but he tried and he was there. He kept Mums relatively sane, even when she was spiraling due to her family and depression, and he kept us kids from freaking out too much when Mom would announce we were leaving (we lived with my grandfather) and to pack everything immediately. Sometimes I wonder if my brother remembers those nights or not. I also remember the last time he picked me up and carried me anywhere was after I'd run across the road and my shoes had absolutely no traction and I fell and destroyed both my knees to the point that even my brother was in shock. Like could not move and I had to get up and try to stumble home before he snapped out of it and ran home to get Dad because y'know, destroyed knees are how everyone wants to start 4th grade.
He'd also watch The Simpsons with me at dinner the year we didn't have cable and while Mom seemed to hate every second of every episode, Dad and I tended to like the same ones. We didn't watch a ton of TV together, or movies, because our taste in them was pretty different, but it was nice to have that time together.
I could and probably will go on at another date but the point is, I didn't appreciate having to try and not think of him too much on a day when I normally think of him a lot. And it wouldn't have been a thing if work would just hire a third person for overnights. Which we've been saying for nearly a year now.
Imagine my surprise a couple of weeks ago, while I'm still very, very sick, when I see that not only am I on the schedule for the 3rd, but the 4th as well. WTF. Somehow the days I asked off are the ones you specifically put me on for? So I left a note saying a polite wtf and it turned into a game of guilt chicken. I would have told them to shove it had I not had to call off the weekend I was exceptionally sick with the flu. I really would've just stuck to, "Nope, can't and won't work and I told you in plenty of time AND you already okayed it." Instead I felt guilty about leaving them shorthanded that weekend and voila. Worked six days in a row. When I agreed to it, I thought I'd be getting a four day work week next week, but I'm pretty sure they're going to have me do this all over again next week... so the week after will be a 4 day work week, I think.
The reason I got screwed is because the other overnight clerk put in for most of two weeks off... which vexed me when I realized she outright lied to me when I asked her before she left for her days off. I can look at the online schedule and find out you asked for, and were given, days off, G. Don't lie about it. The only thing keeping me from being truly pissed is that she seemed so out of it that I wonder if her allergies were kicking up or if she caught a bug or something because she was a zombie both nights I worked with her. Considering the first night I was also a zombie, well, I can't fault her for the same thing.
If you ever find yourself thinking, "Huh, I think I'd like that Paypal credit card" you re-think that thought. This isn't the same as their line of credit, this is the card itself. I don't even understand what pretzel they've done to my account but it's got shit pending that should have cleared and won't let me pay and it says my balance is something much lower than it should be and basically I am not pleased.
Anyway, the reason I'd wanted the weekend off is because the 3rd is the anniversary of my father's death. And yes, it's been seven years and no, it does not feel like he's been gone that long and that means I'd rather spend the day with my family. I'd rather not be at work when some random song comes on and I go from being fine, just fine to a crying mess because while I can compartmentalize like a pro, I don't think it's the best thing in the world to do if you don't need to.
Thing is, the boy and I got lucky. Our dad was/is pretty great and he's worth missing and mourning and remembering. He's worth the day when I don't necessarily feel like doing a damn thing but crying because it's been seven years since I last heard him laugh or saw him smile or smirk or just because I remember how he was at the very end and that's not really something I like to dwell on.
It makes me sad to know that should hell freeze and I couple up with someone, they won't get to know him in all his almost but not quite normal weirdness and sarcasm and to be wary whenever he offered you something because there was always a catch. They won't know that animals flocked to him or the way he and Widget would just conk out on the chair together 'resting their eyes.'
Unlike a lot of people I know, Dad made time for us. It might have involved more yardwork or running around the track or exercise than I was all that fond of (look, when you're the girl after a certain age, it just sucks that the dudes are like in short shorts and shoes and have finally cooled down but you're still about to die from heatstroke) , but he tried and he was there. He kept Mums relatively sane, even when she was spiraling due to her family and depression, and he kept us kids from freaking out too much when Mom would announce we were leaving (we lived with my grandfather) and to pack everything immediately. Sometimes I wonder if my brother remembers those nights or not. I also remember the last time he picked me up and carried me anywhere was after I'd run across the road and my shoes had absolutely no traction and I fell and destroyed both my knees to the point that even my brother was in shock. Like could not move and I had to get up and try to stumble home before he snapped out of it and ran home to get Dad because y'know, destroyed knees are how everyone wants to start 4th grade.
He'd also watch The Simpsons with me at dinner the year we didn't have cable and while Mom seemed to hate every second of every episode, Dad and I tended to like the same ones. We didn't watch a ton of TV together, or movies, because our taste in them was pretty different, but it was nice to have that time together.
I could and probably will go on at another date but the point is, I didn't appreciate having to try and not think of him too much on a day when I normally think of him a lot. And it wouldn't have been a thing if work would just hire a third person for overnights. Which we've been saying for nearly a year now.