This is an old wound that is still festering, and it still pisses me off.
Inspired by this rant, in which aruvqan explains why she may not be able to attend tonight’s Dopefest:
This shit used to happen to me all the time. In a way, I can’t really blame any coworkers, as they just want the time off they think they deserve. I blame the bosses who think they are justified in giving you a day off well in advance, and then pulling the rug out from under you at the last minute, regardless of the plans you’ve made. And often, it’s because some other coworker “really needs the day off.” It doesn’t seem to matter to them that you might need it off too.
I can’t even recall all the times this has happened to me, but I recall one in particular. One summer, I bought a skateboard. Bada bing bada bang, broken wrist. For three weeks. Except after three weeks, it hadn’t healed at all. So I had to keep a cast on for an additional four weeks.
Now, I pretty much knew it had healed up, and arm clinic at the hospital was on Mondays. There was no other time during the week I could go in. I told my manager this. I told her a good two weeks in advance. And I was ready to get that damned cast off my arm. Seven weeks of it was more than fucking enough. It was hot. It was itchy. It sucked in every possible way.
So the Friday before I was supposed to get it off, as I was leaving, the manager mentioned that Robin, a coworker, needed to see a doctor on Monday. I mentioned that wow, two of us would be out that day. When I got home, I got a call from the manager. It seemed that Robin’s time off was more important than my time off, and I had no choice but to come in.
Which meant that I had to keep that miserable cast on for another week.
OK, not a really huge deal in the scheme of things. But still, it bugs me that my boss saw Robin’s time as more important than mine. She basically devalued my time in favor of someone else’s. She told me, in no uncertain terms, that I was a lesser employee. Way to fucking build morale, bitch.
I do remember the time when I stood up to a bully boss, though. I think it was nine years ago.
I was involved in a project that the managers royally screwed up. (Ironically enough, for the same hospital that took care of my arm years before.) What was to be an easy two-week gig turned out to be an entire summer of nights and weekends. Trevor the Prick would routinely come into our office on Friday afternoons and say “Great work, guys. I’m going to need you to go ahead and stay late tonight. Oh, and I’m going to need for you to come in at 7:30 tomorrow. It’ll be a full work day. And while we’re at it, I’ll need for you to work a full day on Sunday as well. So I’ll see you on Monday. I’m off to the Cape for the weekend. Bye! Don’t work too hard, hahaha! Seriously, work harder.”
Insufferable prick. I’m glad he got fired.
But before he did, he called me into his office one Thursday before my week vacation. “tdn, I know you’ve been working a lot of extra hours. We really appreciate it. And we want to show our appreciation by giving you a bonus of $100.”
“Great!”, I said. “It’s nice to be appreciated.”
“I’m glad”, said the Insufferable Prick. “And just so you know, that $100 is partially in appreciation of you postponing your vacation for another week. We really need you next week.”
I smiled. I beamed. I said “Keep your hundred dollars. No doubt, you’ll be able to use it to hire a temp with my specialized skill set at $20 per day to cover for me. You know what? You people have taken away every day of my summer so far because of your ineptitude, but your not taking away the last week of summer. If I postpone it, all the things I want to do will be closed down. And even then, you’re just going to keep postponing it indefinitely. I do not trust you to keep your word. I’m going on my vacation. Bye! Don’t work too hard, hahaha! Seriously, work harder.”
I really expected to get fired over that. I wasn’t.