"Taking A Day Off"

I decided to take a much needed day off from work. It’s October 7th and the last day off I have had was September 5th. Yesterday was a bitch of a day and I was afraid that if I had gone to work today, someone would lose their job; probably me. I remained pissed off most of the night last night and I just didn’t want to deal with that this day.

I really do not enjoy being treated like some child who needs to be told more than once what needs to be done. I realize the pressures that can come with being management and that getting the job done is priority one. But to not show some respect to those who management actually depends on to get the job done just doesn’t make sense. I believe it is detrimental to achieving the goals that have been set forth. “You can get more from a horse with sugar than you can salt.”

When I am at work, my work is what I think about. I don’t fuck off, especially when fucking off is not an option. I take pride in my work in that if I can’t put my name on it, then why bother doing it in the first place? I have always been that way. I guess I am a perfectionist, but that’s just me.

I work my ass off every day I work. And to be treated as I was yesterday after working so long without time off and giving my best…well, I just don’t give a rat’s ass how things go for them today. I just don’t. They can survive without me for one day, I think. I come so very close to telling this person who was so disrespectful towards me what I really thought of her. But, I held my tongue. This is twice now that this has happened from this same person. It also happened three times from one other person. The third time, I let him have it. He and I now have come to an understanding and we get along just fine. This other person has one more time.