Monday, January 30, 2012

Bad choices, all around.

Last week was absolutely dreadful. Our Assistant had a friend in the hospital and called in sick several days so she could sit in the waiting room, doing nothing but BSing with the 30 other people waiting to see if the guy would be ok. She was told she needed to get back to work, because she was almost out of sick time. And the boss was leaving town for the week. So on Sunday, the friend died. Knowing that, I wasn't sure she would come in to work, but she did. Sort of.

She spent the entire day in the office, posting to Facebook and talking on the phone, helping pull together a funeral (never mind that there were at least 30 other people who were probably willing to help who weren't supposed to be working.) So Monday I gave her a pass, told everyone to pretty much leave her alone and just get on with it. Which left me in charge of the store and doing my own job at the same time.

Tuesday I walk in and nothing got done the night before. Shocker! I expected it, I was ok with but... When I came back from lunch I asked her point blank if she was ever planning on coming out of the office. Oh, of course. For like two minutes. Wednesday, ditto. By Thursday I was long out of sympathy. I told a co-worker that it was a darned good thing she was off Friday, or I'd end up smacking her upside the head. By this point everyone was over it. Especially when she made the comment to several people at work that, "Oh, it hasn't really hit me yet." Really, then why aren't you doing your job?? Oh, and Wednesday she had to leave early (after taking an hour long lunch, and screwing me over so I didn't get a lunch, or a break...) and then surprise, another emergency came up Thursday and she had to leave at noon so she could rush right out and pick up food for the Rosary that night.

The funeral was Friday and of course she had to go out that night with the gang to drink away their sorrows. Except then she called in on Saturday because she had the bottle flu. So my boss, who'd just gotten back into town a 1:30 am Saturday, got to come in on his day off to work.

Sunday she was a no show, because she misread the schedule, or something. Guess what? It's only January and you're out of sick time.

Then today she walks in, happy, joking about last week, acting as if everything in life was wonderful. "Haha, just have to listen to J. ream my ass now, haha." Well, guess what honey, I ratted you out. And so did everyone else. Life is not wonderful, you screwed us all over last week and we are DONE. And due to some piss poor choices you made last year there's NO give anymore.

But hey, now you don't have to worry about paying for daycare anymore ;) And now I won't have to listen to your man-bashing anymore.

For me.

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