As of today, I’ve been written up twice at work. Both times were unfair, but today’s was the ultimate injustice.

To get the sympathy juices flowing, let me begin by explaining that I’ve been working morning shifts a lot lately. I’m tired all the time. I got two big doses of bad news last week. And I’ve had a complete breakdown in the past week due to the buildup of suckiness.

This morning started off awful when I turned off my alarm clock instead of hitting snooze. Charlie’s meows woke me up 20 minutes later, and I managed to get ready sans makeup in half an hour. We’ve been using the back door lately, since web worms have taken over our front door. We’re not sure why. The back door is not the best option for several reasons, but I came to understand the most important one this morning. I stepped out the door this morning into complete darkness and proceeded to tumble down three steps, landing on my ankle with my foot bent to the side, and finally crumbling into a heap on the ground. I called out for Dave between sobs, certain that I’d broken something. He scrambled out of the house in his boxers and we assessed the situation. After demonstrating that I could move my foot, and while there was shooting pain I could stand on it, I called into work and let the supervisor know I’d be late. I hobbled inside, popped some Advil and was on my way, certain that everyone at work would understand I was late for good reason and take pity on me.

Apparently, that’s how things work in the bizarro world I sometimes live in. In the real world, you’re punished for any transgression even if it’s beyond your control. I walked in seven minutes late with my gimp foot and dirt and twigs stuck to my clothes, apologized for my tardiness, and received a writeup from my supervisor. She explained that she was really sorry that she had to write me up, but under the new management that’s how it needed to be or else she’d be written up. I empathized with her, because she’s my friend and was telling me the truth. But I was actually thinking about how lame, idiotic, unfair and belittling it was to be punished, when hadn’t I been punished enough? Adding insult to actual injury, I had to be there, on my feet, for eight solid hours. By the time I got home I had a throbbing, swollen brown and blue bruise across the top of my foot.

And I still had to deal with a lot of mean customers. People, if you’re in a bad mood, avoid all business transactions where you have to communicate with someone, because we don’t want to deal with you. We’re going through shit too, you know!

I love my job. I love the people I work with, the regular customers, being in a fun environment. But it’s things like that that make me feel really small; they make me feel like I deserve better.


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  1. * mike says:

    Corporate whores.

    When Charlie heard about this injustice, he jumped into the toilet in protest.

    | Reply Posted 10 years, 6 months ago
  2. * lauren says:

    You should move to Chicago and work for Tails. We might be hiring right around the time your lease is up 😉

    | Reply Posted 10 years, 6 months ago
  3. * Rebekah says:

    L – If things keep going the way they are here, we might just make our way to your neck of the woods.

    M – Charlie is a jerkstore.

    | Reply Posted 10 years, 6 months ago
  4. * Rebekah says:

    Update: My mother coerced me into going to the emergency clinic at 9:30 p.m. last night. We found a nice, quiet one in the wealthy part of town. They took some x-rays and diagnosed it as a foot sprain; no broken bones! Yea!

    | Reply Posted 10 years, 6 months ago
  5. * ~v says:

    best remedy: they’ll have told you to ice it whenever it hurts; don’t do it. it slows circulation and delays healing. limit icing it to when you’ve just come back from work and it’s the most swollen. the rest of the time, massage it GENTLY a couple of times a day and keep it elevated 20 minutes at a time thrice daily. and shower with cooler water. and if you can get physical therapy of any kind, do it. dave: so sorry again that i didn’t get a chance to try and fix you….find a good massage therapist in austin and give circulatory massage a try, for reals, yo.

    | Reply Posted 10 years, 6 months ago
  6. * ~A! says:

    this isn’t really ~A!, it’s still ~v; just resetting the comment author…

    | Reply Posted 10 years, 6 months ago
  7. * ~A says:

    L. I don’t know how moving to the land of stairs and elevated platforms is going help gimpy here. …oh, yeah, the job – seriously, R., you should start chumming it up with them now.

    R. the job’s transitional, you’re totally gonna find better – oh, and it’s bad enough getting attitude for 3 minutes at a counter, it’s downright crushing when you devote 20+ minutes to a table and get $1 tips. …you kinda feel like an ugly stripper and there’s nothing the entirety of humankind can do will help you believe in it again for at least an hour.

    ~v. you can always just say, “I like bikes” or some regular phrase and all will know it’s just a reset. or, instead of changing it to ~v, you can just preface with, “this is not ~A:” xoxo

    | Reply Posted 10 years, 6 months ago
  8. * elizabeth says:

    I’m sorry to hear of your recent bout of sucki-ness! And with a sprained ankle t’ boot! I think that they may have been a little stringent with the rules there. Have you thought about contesting it and calling HR at member services? They may be a little more understanding. Boo to them!

    It was great to see you and Dave again, we always love when you guys come through town. And we loved meeting ~A and ~v! Hope that your ankle feels better and that you have better days at work!

    | Reply Posted 10 years, 6 months ago
  9. * Rebekah says:

    Thanks, elizabeth! We enjoyed seeing you guys, too! Too bad y’all live half way across the country now. 😦

    | Reply Posted 10 years, 6 months ago

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