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When it comes to me and taking vacation days off, it is horrible. A while ago, like when I first started working here, I never took time off because it seemed as if everytime I came back to work there was a damn problem that was caused by me or wasn’t handled because I wasn’t there. The thing that pissed me off about this was the fact that most of this stuff could be handled while I was gone, but with everyone so hell bent on “I can’t do your job and mine”, stuff would sit and wait for me to get back. Never mind the fact that when other people were off, if I did their back up work, I was expected to do their entire desk, but no one ever did mine.

Now days it’s just a fuckin hassel. That’s why I don’t take days off. It is highly convenient that whenever I need a day off, it turns into a damn circus. Whatever happened to the days when your department rallied up and everyone pitched in?? There have been plenty of days that I’ve been alone here in my department or maybe there were two of us working be it bossman is in town or not. The word skeleton crew never comes up until EEEYEEE want to take time off. I’m not even asking for a whole fuckin day!! This be dat buuuwellshit I complain about on the regular. She keeps telling me to use my vacation time for mundane dumb shit that I can make my time up for. Fuck that. This makes me, KEEPS me determined to get this degree/certificate, get a new job and get THEEE hell up out of here. It shouldn’t be this difficult. EVER…

And now I’ve missed my entire lunch hour dealing with this crap and waiting for my daughter who said she would here shortly.

Glad I never took my ibueprofen out of my bag. I got a headache too.

Ugh…

Last updated March 04, 2015