Further rantage and updateage
Well, the folks are on their way back north. I miss them already. :( (I actually cried a little when they left yesterday afternoon)
Basically it boils down to office politics, and I was on the losing end. There's one manager there that I can't stand, and there may well be another who I suspect is the one that stabbed me in the back (both of them are friendly with each other). And I know it's not just me, because from what I've overheard last night from another manager (we'll call her B), she's been getting on other people's cases for no good reason - enough that Manager B abruptly quit and gave her two weeks' notice. (You don't fuck with B. She broke a bone awhile back in a fight with someone, and from the sounds of it, I think she messed up the other person even worse!)
What happened is that the bastards scheduled me to work the entire goddamn week that my parents were coming down. With all the stressful shit that I've been having to deal with in recent months, it completely slipped my mind to submit my request for time off in time, so by the time I remembered and put it in, it was too late, at least for the first half of that week. So that bit, at least, is partly my fault. I managed to get somebody else to cover my shift for Monday
(which is when we had the tires on my car done, since we had to go over to Fort Myers for it), so we had that one day, but then I got stuck working Tuesday and Wednesday.
I had thought that my request for Thursday off would be okay since I got that one in before the cutoff, but Manager nixed it and worse, apparently couldn't be bothered to find somebody else who could cover it then so I could have had at least one more day to spend with the folks. I spent Wednesday night trying to get one of the other managers, Y, to find somebody, and to his credit he did try, but he got his head bitten off by Manager when he asked for one person's phone number. In any case, it was moot, because some of the people who could have taken over for me had school (it's mostly younger college kids here) that night. I was *thisclose* to saying 'fuck it' and blowing off Thursday entirely, a move which almost certainly would have gotten me written up (troublesome, but no big deal) for being a no-call-no-show, possibly fired (a slight possibility, but unlikely), but my folks said not to do it.
But seriously, I don't buy it that there was absolutely nobody else who could have done it for me. There are a shitload of people running around that damn store, and you're telling me that not a one - including management - could have spared me one more fucking day for my family? Bullshit. It's not like nobody knew my parents were coming down that week. I haven't seen my mom in a year, so this was really important to me. So basically, we only had one lousy full day
together, and then we spent the rest of the damn week only able to meet during the mornings before I had to go to work in the afternoon. Needless to say I'm going to be watching my back from here on out, because Manager just earned a permanent spot on my Shit List. Those fucking people have the luxury of having their friends and family all around them - I don't. I only have my uncle, and honestly, that's not saying much because he's got his own agenda that he has to look after first.
Frankly, I'm not sure I really want to live down here anymore. My folks and I were talking
about this, and I realized that it's not so much that I WANT to live here as it is that I HAVE to stay here because of the stupid job. I really don't think I could get anything back in Illinois that would pay as much as, or better, than what I make now (which is about $8.40
an hour). And I REALLY don't want to have to live under the same roof as my folks either - that would be a recipe for disaster (especially with the cats, since Sam and Boo don't like each other!) (Also, their house is way too small for 3 people and their stuff, and it has no basement. Fuck that.) The area they're in is nice enough, but I don't want to be that isolated. It just isn't practical, at least for me. If I was going to go back to Illinois, I'd want to stay someplace closer to city areas. The countryside was great when I was a kid, but it's just too isolated for me anymore.
So, I don't know what we're going to do here yet. We did look at lots briefly - Dad likes this one, which isn't so bad, and it's in a better neighborhood section (translation: the cops aren't as likely to come beating on my door in the middle of the night!). But it's all a question of money and other factors. So it remains to be seen. :p
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Edit to add: I was checking out my teeth in the mirror today while brushing, and it occurred to me I ought to post an update on that. So, here it is: Teeth seem to be doing all right. The hole where my bicuspid used to be is almost completely normal now. I can't see where the upper teeth were, but the holes where my wisdom teeth were are looking better. They're not so much as closed over as they seem to be filling in with new tissue - food doesn't get stuck in there anymore, thankfully. And I've noticed in the nearly 2 months since I lost the teeth that my sensitivity to some cold foods has decreased (it was particularly bad by the bicuspid, probably because of the cavity down in there). So, teeth are doing all right.
Basically it boils down to office politics, and I was on the losing end. There's one manager there that I can't stand, and there may well be another who I suspect is the one that stabbed me in the back (both of them are friendly with each other). And I know it's not just me, because from what I've overheard last night from another manager (we'll call her B), she's been getting on other people's cases for no good reason - enough that Manager B abruptly quit and gave her two weeks' notice. (You don't fuck with B. She broke a bone awhile back in a fight with someone, and from the sounds of it, I think she messed up the other person even worse!)
What happened is that the bastards scheduled me to work the entire goddamn week that my parents were coming down. With all the stressful shit that I've been having to deal with in recent months, it completely slipped my mind to submit my request for time off in time, so by the time I remembered and put it in, it was too late, at least for the first half of that week. So that bit, at least, is partly my fault. I managed to get somebody else to cover my shift for Monday
(which is when we had the tires on my car done, since we had to go over to Fort Myers for it), so we had that one day, but then I got stuck working Tuesday and Wednesday.
I had thought that my request for Thursday off would be okay since I got that one in before the cutoff, but Manager nixed it and worse, apparently couldn't be bothered to find somebody else who could cover it then so I could have had at least one more day to spend with the folks. I spent Wednesday night trying to get one of the other managers, Y, to find somebody, and to his credit he did try, but he got his head bitten off by Manager when he asked for one person's phone number. In any case, it was moot, because some of the people who could have taken over for me had school (it's mostly younger college kids here) that night. I was *thisclose* to saying 'fuck it' and blowing off Thursday entirely, a move which almost certainly would have gotten me written up (troublesome, but no big deal) for being a no-call-no-show, possibly fired (a slight possibility, but unlikely), but my folks said not to do it.
But seriously, I don't buy it that there was absolutely nobody else who could have done it for me. There are a shitload of people running around that damn store, and you're telling me that not a one - including management - could have spared me one more fucking day for my family? Bullshit. It's not like nobody knew my parents were coming down that week. I haven't seen my mom in a year, so this was really important to me. So basically, we only had one lousy full day
together, and then we spent the rest of the damn week only able to meet during the mornings before I had to go to work in the afternoon. Needless to say I'm going to be watching my back from here on out, because Manager just earned a permanent spot on my Shit List. Those fucking people have the luxury of having their friends and family all around them - I don't. I only have my uncle, and honestly, that's not saying much because he's got his own agenda that he has to look after first.
Frankly, I'm not sure I really want to live down here anymore. My folks and I were talking
about this, and I realized that it's not so much that I WANT to live here as it is that I HAVE to stay here because of the stupid job. I really don't think I could get anything back in Illinois that would pay as much as, or better, than what I make now (which is about $8.40
an hour). And I REALLY don't want to have to live under the same roof as my folks either - that would be a recipe for disaster (especially with the cats, since Sam and Boo don't like each other!) (Also, their house is way too small for 3 people and their stuff, and it has no basement. Fuck that.) The area they're in is nice enough, but I don't want to be that isolated. It just isn't practical, at least for me. If I was going to go back to Illinois, I'd want to stay someplace closer to city areas. The countryside was great when I was a kid, but it's just too isolated for me anymore.
So, I don't know what we're going to do here yet. We did look at lots briefly - Dad likes this one, which isn't so bad, and it's in a better neighborhood section (translation: the cops aren't as likely to come beating on my door in the middle of the night!). But it's all a question of money and other factors. So it remains to be seen. :p
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Edit to add: I was checking out my teeth in the mirror today while brushing, and it occurred to me I ought to post an update on that. So, here it is: Teeth seem to be doing all right. The hole where my bicuspid used to be is almost completely normal now. I can't see where the upper teeth were, but the holes where my wisdom teeth were are looking better. They're not so much as closed over as they seem to be filling in with new tissue - food doesn't get stuck in there anymore, thankfully. And I've noticed in the nearly 2 months since I lost the teeth that my sensitivity to some cold foods has decreased (it was particularly bad by the bicuspid, probably because of the cavity down in there). So, teeth are doing all right.