Dammit All To Hell
Jun. 21st, 2005 02:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
saoneHaving a really shitty day.
I asked for Friday afternoon off because it takes three hours to get to my stepfather's house (and that's if we don't get stuck in traffic). We're taking the dog and one of the cats with us, and it's kind of turning into this family... thing. *shudder* My stepfather's actually looking forward to it. *ponders* He's been super nice since he gave me the power to pull the plug in his new living will. He's even buying brand new sheets for me to sleep on so I won't feel "uncomfortable". Isn't that nice? After fifteen years he's finally admitting that I'm not faking my OCD symptoms. Aw.
Anyway, I asked for Friday afternoon off. Afternoon. Just a few hours. It was like I demanded one of his kidneys.
Boss: Friday? Well, you know P isn't here on Fridays. (duh) It get's busy around here. (no it really doesn't. it's deader than dead Fri. afternoons) Can't you take off some other day. (yes, let me make the three hour trip on Thursday, and then come back because I have to work on Friday, and then make the three hour trip again for the show on Saturday. Yes, that makes perfect sense. dumbass.)
Sheeeyeah.
P, being all nice and sweet, and completely agreeing that the homicide would be justified, told the boss that she would be glad to come in Friday afternoon, which didn't sit well either.
Boss: I don't want you covering for her.
P: So you're not going to let her take a vacation day?
Boss: She's used up all her vacation days
P (who does payroll): No, she's used up her sick days. She still has a week of vacation days.
Boss: *looks constipated* Oh.
Honestly, I would love to take a full week, just to see the look of panic on his face, but I'm frankly horrified to even think what this place would look like if I was gone for five days in a row. Sometimes being indespensible sucks.
So, I have no idea what's going on. And right now, I really don't want to know. I'm in a "screw you guys, I'm going home" kind of mood, and if I hear one more ounce of bullshit, I'm out the door.
I asked for Friday afternoon off because it takes three hours to get to my stepfather's house (and that's if we don't get stuck in traffic). We're taking the dog and one of the cats with us, and it's kind of turning into this family... thing. *shudder* My stepfather's actually looking forward to it. *ponders* He's been super nice since he gave me the power to pull the plug in his new living will. He's even buying brand new sheets for me to sleep on so I won't feel "uncomfortable". Isn't that nice? After fifteen years he's finally admitting that I'm not faking my OCD symptoms. Aw.
Anyway, I asked for Friday afternoon off. Afternoon. Just a few hours. It was like I demanded one of his kidneys.
Boss: Friday? Well, you know P isn't here on Fridays. (duh) It get's busy around here. (no it really doesn't. it's deader than dead Fri. afternoons) Can't you take off some other day. (yes, let me make the three hour trip on Thursday, and then come back because I have to work on Friday, and then make the three hour trip again for the show on Saturday. Yes, that makes perfect sense. dumbass.)
Sheeeyeah.
P, being all nice and sweet, and completely agreeing that the homicide would be justified, told the boss that she would be glad to come in Friday afternoon, which didn't sit well either.
Boss: I don't want you covering for her.
P: So you're not going to let her take a vacation day?
Boss: She's used up all her vacation days
P (who does payroll): No, she's used up her sick days. She still has a week of vacation days.
Boss: *looks constipated* Oh.
Honestly, I would love to take a full week, just to see the look of panic on his face, but I'm frankly horrified to even think what this place would look like if I was gone for five days in a row. Sometimes being indespensible sucks.
So, I have no idea what's going on. And right now, I really don't want to know. I'm in a "screw you guys, I'm going home" kind of mood, and if I hear one more ounce of bullshit, I'm out the door.
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Date: 2005-06-21 09:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-22 05:39 am (UTC)*snortlaugh* I love it when you can gang up on your boss. Go you and whoever P is.
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Date: 2005-06-22 06:24 am (UTC)Hope you feel better. Need me to send someone an Venomous Aussie Invertebrate Giftpack for you?!!
Gav!
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Date: 2005-06-22 03:31 pm (UTC)I do believe, in most places, it is a requirement.
I knew my life was taking a wrong turn when I started understanding Dilbert comic strips. *bangs head against desk*
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Date: 2005-06-22 03:32 pm (UTC)It gives me a warm, fuzzy feeling inside. *eg*
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Date: 2005-06-22 03:34 pm (UTC)Since I open most of the mail, NO! But, thanks anyway. It's the evil thought that counts. *g*
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Date: 2005-06-22 03:36 pm (UTC)Hey,
It's rare for me to have *Good* thoughts (unless I'm reading some sparkling new MelissaFic hint hint), so that's a relief...
Gav!
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Date: 2005-06-22 05:29 pm (UTC)