Haha. God, The Higher Power, or let's face it, our own selves, have a funny way of levelling things out.What happened: dudes at work pissed me off... I asked my sup if I was covered if I called in sick. Turned out one person was already off, so it could have been precarious had I called in sick. He called a girl to see if she could work, she couldn't, so I toddled back in to work the next day with my snotty sinus cold.My point in asking my sup first, was, was I going to be faced with a "come in anyhow!" when I called in sick, or not; also, I was trying to send a message to my sup that he needs to train a full-time staff member how to cover my shift. My hair will be entirely grey before this happens, I predict.So I was told by this tag team duo of Eeyores at work that I should have called in sick, fuck the company, I should take my sick day. I got angry, and calmly explained how when I was a sup at Wonderland I got screwed around a lot by staff, ie staff who called in sick at the worst possible times, and who gave no notice before quitting. Who would have to cover the short hours? Me! I was the responsible one. So I don't fuck the company around, because it's not really the corporation that suffers, it's the sad person who has to work double hours to cover your sick day.So I got so mad and distracted at being "wrong" over this, that I got off a stop too early on my train. Two hours walking home that I won't get back. It was a very reflectful 2 hours but meh. I guess the lesson was: don't get mad.Well part of my problem was the snuffly young person who was slurping his ice cream across the seat from me on the train. Smack, slurp, sniff, snuffle. I couldn't stand it anymore, and went down to the first level, stood near the doors, and I likely got off at the very next stop.
Post je objavljen 10.08.2009. u 19:26 sati.