I’m pretty sure that after today’s awful shenanigans from my OM via telephone this morning are going to cause me to lose my job.
Ok, look..not to be TMI, but I’m so miffed and upset right now that I don’t care.
I have to be at work by 8:00am..no excuses. However, I think waking up at 6:00am with explosive, non-stop diarrhea is a pretty good excuse to be just a bit late. I called my OM at about 6:45-7:00am to let her know. At this point, it seemed to have stopped and I needed a shower desperately. At 7:30am, I jumped in with Mike and it hit again. I danced out of the shower and b-lined it to the back bathroom where all hell broke lose again. I tried calling my OM and, to no surprise, didn’t answer her cell or home phones. I tried multiple times. In a desperate attempt to reach someone, I called L to ask her to tell my OM what was going on when she got in. At this point, it’s almost 8:00am. There’s no way I’m making it in by 8:30am as previously stated. So..I hop back in the shower before Mike finishes so that I can at least since the conditioner out of my hair. While getting dressed, the home phone rings. It’s my OM. She’s livid and tells me to not even bother since I need to leave by 3:00pm today anyway. Ok..fine. I’m upset, but let it go. Right now, I have other issues to worry about than my OM being angry. Then, at 8:30, she calls back. She wants me in as soon as the diarrhea stops because this is “ridiculous”. According to her records, I call out, ask to be late, or need to leave early at least once a week. I’m sorry, but I don’t think you can count asking to leave early now on Tuesdays and Thursdays due to my school schedule. Nor, do I think you can count the days that I requested off (a month in advanced, mind you) for vaca or to have my teeth pulled. Granted, I called out towards the end of Sept/beginning of Oct because I had the flu. I called out sick on a Tuesday, which she flipped out about, then I went in on Wednesday and she sent me home as soon I as I walked through the door. I try my best to schedule doctor visits or other appointments for Monday and Wednesday after noons since I leave by 1:00pm. Yes, I have been late on many occasions, and I have tackled that issue and haven’t been late since. I can’t thank her enough for tolerating that from me. BUT! It is unprofessional to throw life’s little oopsies in my face like that. Anyway..I told her I’d be in as soon as I could..that was at 8:30 or whatever. And here it is, 12:09pm and I’m still a slave to my gut. I vomited around 9 or 10:00am this morning..at which time, I called work, L answered, and I asked for the OM. I guess she was busy..or outside having a cigarette because that’s more important to her than anything else, because L just asked me what was up. So I told her what the deal was, and that I was beginning to feel better and would be in within 30-45 minutes. She said don’t worry about it, feel better, and that she’d tell OM and she’d see me tomorrow. We’ll see.
I’m just irritated that she should be the one setting an example for the rest of the office, yet she doesn’t. She comes into work in flip-flops, purple jeans, about 45 minutes late every Thursday (because the Big Man isn’t in) and usually brings her dog which is a no-no because she barks at every animal that walks by the office. Oh, and she constantly leaves early because she’s always “not feeling well” and “has a lot of shit going on at home”. That’s fine, but she was the one who made a point to me and everyone else there to let home at home. I get crap all the time for my clothes and how I look, yet half the time she walks in with bed-head and, like I said, flip-flops and PURPLE jeans.
Ugh! I’m so irritated..
I wish I was feeling better so that I wasn’t sitting her wasting my day to try and find a new job.
This is just stupid.
I’m going out anyway.

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