I returned to work today. Maybe I shouldn't have as I felt paper-thin, close to tears, shaky and not at all up to any of the bullshit I put up with throughout a regular shift.
I got yelled at. A lot. All day long, seemingly and through no fault of my own. I couldn't finish anything before being told to do something else. I couldn't get out of my own way. I went outside on my break and screamed into the void and then ate my sandwich and texted with Ruth, Henry and Ben and then I went back in for more punishment. The yelling continued, the stupid customers continued and I wondered why the hell I need to prove this in particular?
I looked at the clock, thinking it was ten minutes to two but it was ten to three. And at three, I ran.
I was so happy to be home again I forgot about work, forgot about just about all of it save for the ache in my shoulders and my legs.
I got a big hug from PJ, one from Duncan and one from Mark too, who is still here working on some tattoos for some folks, me included.
I got a really long hug from Lochlan who told me to quit. And I laughed because one crappy first day back after a micro-breakdown does not mean the end of this. Especially seeing as how I'm a little over two weeks from my first year anniversary of having a job.
And he laughed too, because he knows I'm so stubborn. Oh so stubborn. Maybe too stubborn for my own good.
Caleb came home later but I got a quick hug as he said he had a business call to attend to, that he was finishing tax season. I am suitably impressed, as I refused again to touch his taxes. He forges ahead though, and is getting it done. We'll talk when I'm done, he threatens. They make you cry, that's it. This charade is finished.
It's a part-time job! Not a charade! I tell his back as he heads upstairs to his study.
In your case it's the same thing! He calls back down. Not going to wait until it's a legal issue. We can nip it before then.
Don't you dare send threatening letters to my boss.
Those, my dear, are what make the world go around.
I got yelled at. A lot. All day long, seemingly and through no fault of my own. I couldn't finish anything before being told to do something else. I couldn't get out of my own way. I went outside on my break and screamed into the void and then ate my sandwich and texted with Ruth, Henry and Ben and then I went back in for more punishment. The yelling continued, the stupid customers continued and I wondered why the hell I need to prove this in particular?
I looked at the clock, thinking it was ten minutes to two but it was ten to three. And at three, I ran.
I was so happy to be home again I forgot about work, forgot about just about all of it save for the ache in my shoulders and my legs.
I got a big hug from PJ, one from Duncan and one from Mark too, who is still here working on some tattoos for some folks, me included.
I got a really long hug from Lochlan who told me to quit. And I laughed because one crappy first day back after a micro-breakdown does not mean the end of this. Especially seeing as how I'm a little over two weeks from my first year anniversary of having a job.
And he laughed too, because he knows I'm so stubborn. Oh so stubborn. Maybe too stubborn for my own good.
Caleb came home later but I got a quick hug as he said he had a business call to attend to, that he was finishing tax season. I am suitably impressed, as I refused again to touch his taxes. He forges ahead though, and is getting it done. We'll talk when I'm done, he threatens. They make you cry, that's it. This charade is finished.
It's a part-time job! Not a charade! I tell his back as he heads upstairs to his study.
In your case it's the same thing! He calls back down. Not going to wait until it's a legal issue. We can nip it before then.
Don't you dare send threatening letters to my boss.
Those, my dear, are what make the world go around.