Your work is slipping

"Uh, your work is slipping..."

No shit, really?!

I *asked*, well in advance, for a couple days off to relax. I watched everybody else get a vacation this year (including the sleepy cabrón who hasn't even been here *90 days*, and sleeps halfway through his shift).

But I can't have 2-3 days. The way the bosses carried on about it, it was the Seventh Sign of the Apocalypse. Okay! I cancelled it, you whiny babies. Happy now? I don't want to risk my job during this lovely plague.

Then you want to bitch about my work quality suffering.

Gee, I wonder why.

Work somebody 6 and sometimes 7 days a week, call him at home to beg him to come in early because Jane Doe's kid "got sick" again. For the 9th time this month. Either the brat has some rare disease or somebody needs to call CPS on his mom.

Then I get interrogated about WHY I need a vacation. Will we be able to reach you? Could you come in if there's an emergency?

Um, no? That's what a vacation is for!
Oh, but where are you going? We're in lockdown!
Away from you idiots for a scant few days.

Fuck.

DON'T be single and childless in an office job. You WILL be ass-fucked by "families".

I wish I had the lack of integrity to lie about it, to invent a wife and kids, so I could take off whenever. "Uh, little Joe Blow is sick again", etc.

Then again, I don't have to worry about being reamed in divorce court. So there's that, I guess.

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John Doe Burnout Work November 25, 2020 at 12:24 am 4 0