Have you seen these?
A Year in Books - 2009-12-27
Skip Tracer, Loan Detective - 2009-11-22
New Job - 2009-11-03
The coleslaw got served. - 2009-10-21
Probably a new job. But maybe not. - 2009-10-08

So this is what "weekends" are like. I didn't think they'd feel so angsty.


I requested off last Sunday, because it was the day after the big Halloween party. I requested off next weekend (15-16), because I thought Saturday was my sister's birthday, and Sunday is the LARP. Later, I requested off the following weekend (22-23), because I thought Rijid's parents were coming.

Rijid's parents canceled. They suggested this weekend instead (8-9). I explained that my boss would be doing that schedule the next day if she hadn't done it already, and it really wasn't fair for me to ask off on such short notice. I said I would look at the schedule, and try to make private shift-trading arrangements.

The next day, I went in, and told my boss I no longer needed the 22-23 weekend. I'm really trying not to have the schedule revolve around me getting every single weekend off because I know that's unfair to everyone else. I mentioned in passing that Rijid's parents are crazy people who don't seem to understand the complexities of running a business on a seven-day work week. I stressed that I understood there wasn't a whole lot that could be done at this point and that it was cool.

Apparently, what could be done is for my boss to run off and rework the 8-9 weekend schedule. (My boss is the nicest lady ever. Her basic philosophy seems to be that employee happiness is always the most important thing. I believed that, when I was a manager, until the other managers told me it was crazy-talk. It's refreshing, to see someone else practicing it so successfully. See, now I'm going to want to bend over backwards to help her out, because I know she's done it for me. And she knows I know. Nice works. I always suspected as much.)

Anyway. I told Rijid that I did have the 8-9 off, apparently. He said his parents weren't coming, because I'd said I couldn't get off.

It turns out that I have problems with reading comprehension, and my sister's birthday party was the 8th, not the 15th. So, I went to that. Good times.

The point is, I manoeuvered my way into basically three weekends off in a row, and now I feel guilty. Karmically, I wouldn't feel right requesting another day off for the rest of the year. Except for the December LARP, of course.

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