A Slice of the Pity Pie
Dear Co-Workers - When I said to drink your Orange Juice and take your vitamins, I meant it. Working 15 hours a day thanks to your illness does not make me a Happy Santa. And since I'm your boss, that makes you one hell of an Unhappy Elf upon your return.
(And please, I'm not cold and heartless, everyone gets sick, but when two people are out for a week, and someone ups and decides NOW is a good time for an impromptu vacation, I'm gonna get a little cranky. One day off a week AND 15 hour days?)
Dear Bessie - I assume you overheard us talking about getting a new vehicle. We aren't (or weren't, depending on your diagnosis) going to replace you. It was the truck we were talking about. She's so much older than you, we assumed you were in better health. Looks can be deceiving I guess. You are too old to be acting out like this, like a teenager. Shape up or we shall ship you out.
(That pesky Service Engine Soon light came on again. Luckily this time there is no stalling or exploding airbags, just a little hesitation, which could be in my head. Still, it sucks to take your car into the shop, especially when you have to work at 8 am. Damn car. Better be a simple little thing, b/c if it costs too much to repair, it will be the car that goes right back to the dealer she came from. They should like me there, I just paid that car off two months ago. I'm sure they'd be willing to charge me outrageously for a newer one.)
Oh, there's more. Bad, very bad employees and fights with the boss. Being harassed at the gas station. Credit card bills. Lack of Christmas decorations.
Wah.
posted by Vicarious Living @ 9:46 PM
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::makes hot chocolate::
::gets whipped cream::
::grabs a fork::
(What, I can't have whipped cream on my pity pie?)
There's a fine line between being a hardworking, responsible person, and doing oneself mental and physical harm by keeping a work schedule normally reserved for pack animals.
::takes a bite::
If those who you would answer to don't already know (and are willing to recognize) how hard you've been working, or they know, but don't care; then you shouldn't worry about upsetting them.
::sips hot chocolate::
Don't feel selfish about taking time to remind yourself that despite the large amount of time we spend doing it, unless "work" is really your work; it's not ALL that important to the grand scheme of things.
I'm getting better at it, but I find it hard to take my own advice sometimes. I'm far too willing to deal with adversity on my own, even adversity I don't really deserve, rather than make a big scene.
::pours hot chocolate into the Chalice of Weirdness, and raises it in a toast::
To work masochists:
May your days be long and lunchless, and your paychecks be free of overtime pay.
Here, Here!
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