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I haven't much time, but I do have to wonder if it's the PMS or the fact that I'm kind of touchy or if this really is as WTF-worthy as I thought.
Phone rings at work. I answer as quickly as I can without being rude to the person I was helping. Is Store Manager. He asks how I am. I'm... fine. I realize in the three seconds it takes for my mouth to catch up with my brain that he seems to think I didn't go to work on Thursday because I was sick. Or "sick." Uh, no. I told both managers that it was because it was my parents' 38th anniversary, or it would have been, and I was worried about Mums. She was not all that together on Wednesday, but Kathleen needed the night off because she had a family emergency.
So then he says that's good, but that I'm down to what, two sick days, and I'm really cutting it close and I need to watch that.
Take a moment.
Rewind.
RE-FUCKING-WIND.
I scrambled like mad to get to work as often as possible when our truck died, repeatedly. I have called out sick exactly ONCE this year. Once. And it was because my father was in the hospital and the stress of that and the stress of dealing with other things as well as people who cough all over their money and then hand it to you, well... I was sick. One day. The rest of those days were because someone decided that the days I called out while Dad was merely in the hospital at the start of his stay? They should be used as sick days. Which is fine. I can see not using them as vacation days, although I would have thought that they'd have been "special" days first. Doesn't matter.
Aside from one sick day, every day of work I've missed this year has been due to my father being in the hospital or, I dunno, when he DIED. I took less than a week off when he originally went in. Sometimes I seriously kick myself for that one, but hey. Not clairvoyant, no matter how I joke.
So. No. I cannot believe you just verbally chewed me out over the days I've missed thus far this year. Any other year and I'd just be ticked because he was right. But this year?
This
fucking
year?
If his immediate superior weren't an ethically challenged excuse for a man (there were frequently notes on his notes that his "suggestions" were dishonest at best, and a lawsuit waiting to happen at worst) I'd go over his head for that.
As it is, I'm trying to figure out how to politely say "the line. You crossed it."
Phone rings at work. I answer as quickly as I can without being rude to the person I was helping. Is Store Manager. He asks how I am. I'm... fine. I realize in the three seconds it takes for my mouth to catch up with my brain that he seems to think I didn't go to work on Thursday because I was sick. Or "sick." Uh, no. I told both managers that it was because it was my parents' 38th anniversary, or it would have been, and I was worried about Mums. She was not all that together on Wednesday, but Kathleen needed the night off because she had a family emergency.
So then he says that's good, but that I'm down to what, two sick days, and I'm really cutting it close and I need to watch that.
Take a moment.
Rewind.
RE-FUCKING-WIND.
I scrambled like mad to get to work as often as possible when our truck died, repeatedly. I have called out sick exactly ONCE this year. Once. And it was because my father was in the hospital and the stress of that and the stress of dealing with other things as well as people who cough all over their money and then hand it to you, well... I was sick. One day. The rest of those days were because someone decided that the days I called out while Dad was merely in the hospital at the start of his stay? They should be used as sick days. Which is fine. I can see not using them as vacation days, although I would have thought that they'd have been "special" days first. Doesn't matter.
Aside from one sick day, every day of work I've missed this year has been due to my father being in the hospital or, I dunno, when he DIED. I took less than a week off when he originally went in. Sometimes I seriously kick myself for that one, but hey. Not clairvoyant, no matter how I joke.
So. No. I cannot believe you just verbally chewed me out over the days I've missed thus far this year. Any other year and I'd just be ticked because he was right. But this year?
This
fucking
year?
If his immediate superior weren't an ethically challenged excuse for a man (there were frequently notes on his notes that his "suggestions" were dishonest at best, and a lawsuit waiting to happen at worst) I'd go over his head for that.
As it is, I'm trying to figure out how to politely say "the line. You crossed it."
