That Bitch was there again yesterday! She's sidling up everywhere! I set up a time to talk to my boss just before I had to leave for the day, but I was so afraid she was, like, coming up from the bathroom while I started to talk to my boss that I decided to bag the meeting. (I got real busy too.) I postponed till Monday, where I don't think she works, but knowing my like she would just be popping in on that day just to fucking foil my plans again.
There might be a reason that she just stayed around and didn't go home. My boss told me that work has indeed picked up and thus I and people in a similar position as I will be back full-time starting Monday. Too bad for me; I have already planned a car service, a session with my therapist, and a haircut for next week. It may not look good to beg out of working 40 Hours next week, but I think he'll understand. Well, he might not (and hopefully this doesn't impinge on him listening to my side of the story, aka the truth), but I could foresee a predicament like this coming -- an abrupt change to my work schedule when I had already made plans during what would be my workday -- and I don't feel obligated to change it now. I'll go 40 the week after.
Beyond that, however, I will miss part-time. I didn't deal with the change that well when we were shifted to 20 per seven weeks ago. But I have to be honest: I came to love just popping in for four Hours each day, getting up later than usual, and having much of the afternoon all to myself. And dammit, I loved getting unemployment and an extra $600 on top of it every week, too! And now that's gone, and now I have to be there for 8 1/2 Hours every day, and I get to try and take a nap in my car during a hot summer's day, and I get to get tired in the middle of my day, and I get to be around That Cunt a third of my day. ...
There might be a reason that she just stayed around and didn't go home. My boss told me that work has indeed picked up and thus I and people in a similar position as I will be back full-time starting Monday. Too bad for me; I have already planned a car service, a session with my therapist, and a haircut for next week. It may not look good to beg out of working 40 Hours next week, but I think he'll understand. Well, he might not (and hopefully this doesn't impinge on him listening to my side of the story, aka the truth), but I could foresee a predicament like this coming -- an abrupt change to my work schedule when I had already made plans during what would be my workday -- and I don't feel obligated to change it now. I'll go 40 the week after.
Beyond that, however, I will miss part-time. I didn't deal with the change that well when we were shifted to 20 per seven weeks ago. But I have to be honest: I came to love just popping in for four Hours each day, getting up later than usual, and having much of the afternoon all to myself. And dammit, I loved getting unemployment and an extra $600 on top of it every week, too! And now that's gone, and now I have to be there for 8 1/2 Hours every day, and I get to try and take a nap in my car during a hot summer's day, and I get to get tired in the middle of my day, and I get to be around That Cunt a third of my day. ...
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