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I had a rather crappy day, yesterday. Sucks, because it started out all right.
Chronologically...
I worked, as I rarely do, with this guy from London, so I asked him if I was on crack to think we can get from Heathrow to King's Cross in an hour. Apparently, I am. He says the 10:30 arrival time they quote is the moment they expect the wheels to touch the ground. From there, getting through Customs and across the city can take more like two to two and a half hours. Ack! This cuts into the time we get to spend with those of you who've expressed an interest down even further. :( I suppose it can't be helped, but there you are. Expect us at King's Cross Starbucks at more like 1PM and hopefully you won't be disappointed. *sigh*
Then I made the mistake of slamming capitalism as practiced in the U.S. to him and the other Republican I was working with, and had an earful for the next few hours, until about the point in time I got hauled out back to be yelled at for being tardy three times so far this year.
Now, I'll grant you that three times is a bit much, but one of the times they have me as tardy I actually had a very short notice dr's appointment because I had a bladder infection, and I hauled myself in to work anyway because I had to do one-on-one training with someone and make sure they got through their test. So at least that particular time I really was trying hard to be the good worker and do what was best for the company, and I'm getting punished for it. This pisses me off. Another of those times was the day the windshield wipers stopped working, it was snowing, and I had to take a cab in, and the cab took for-freakin-ever to get here and drove ridiculously slowly, so it cost me $14 to be late for work that day. I'm not exactly happy about that instance, either. The last time was just stupidity and ignorance on my part - I forgot my parking card and didn't know that it was possible to get the parking people to look up your account and let you in, so I went back to get the card. I won't have to do that again, now that I know.
But my conclusion is that I'm much better off calling in sick. I have plenty of sick time, I don't think I'll bother to feel guilty about using it after this.
And this morning I'm having breakfast with Phoebe, so hooray for mountains of hash! :)
Chronologically...
I worked, as I rarely do, with this guy from London, so I asked him if I was on crack to think we can get from Heathrow to King's Cross in an hour. Apparently, I am. He says the 10:30 arrival time they quote is the moment they expect the wheels to touch the ground. From there, getting through Customs and across the city can take more like two to two and a half hours. Ack! This cuts into the time we get to spend with those of you who've expressed an interest down even further. :( I suppose it can't be helped, but there you are. Expect us at King's Cross Starbucks at more like 1PM and hopefully you won't be disappointed. *sigh*
Then I made the mistake of slamming capitalism as practiced in the U.S. to him and the other Republican I was working with, and had an earful for the next few hours, until about the point in time I got hauled out back to be yelled at for being tardy three times so far this year.
Now, I'll grant you that three times is a bit much, but one of the times they have me as tardy I actually had a very short notice dr's appointment because I had a bladder infection, and I hauled myself in to work anyway because I had to do one-on-one training with someone and make sure they got through their test. So at least that particular time I really was trying hard to be the good worker and do what was best for the company, and I'm getting punished for it. This pisses me off. Another of those times was the day the windshield wipers stopped working, it was snowing, and I had to take a cab in, and the cab took for-freakin-ever to get here and drove ridiculously slowly, so it cost me $14 to be late for work that day. I'm not exactly happy about that instance, either. The last time was just stupidity and ignorance on my part - I forgot my parking card and didn't know that it was possible to get the parking people to look up your account and let you in, so I went back to get the card. I won't have to do that again, now that I know.
But my conclusion is that I'm much better off calling in sick. I have plenty of sick time, I don't think I'll bother to feel guilty about using it after this.
And this morning I'm having breakfast with Phoebe, so hooray for mountains of hash! :)