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Those of you who know me know that I have a skin tone just slightly darker than your average malnourished Scandinavian child. One top of that, one of my prescriptions warns that prolonged exposure to direct sunlight can create problems while taking it.
So what do I do Saturday and Sunday? I work both days in direct sunlight for several hours. Sunday morning I got sick to my stomach, a headache, and couldn't breathe. (See I didn't know that I would be working outside, so there I am two hours from home without so much as a hat to protect my head from the sun.) I keep working until one of the managers takes one look at me and sends me in side. This is right before my lunch break anyway. So I use that hour to breathe and get switched to a job inside. Yup, I work another several hours and then hop directly in to a car to drive home.
Then I go to work on Monday. And just barely make it through the day. See, I am still getting headaches, and I am completely wiped out no matter how long I sleep. So me, thinking I was being sensible, call in this morning. (Hoping that if I can rest for one day I can be back to normal to work the rest of the week.) The supervisor lays a quilt trip on me. (For not calling two hours before my shift, for not being willing to come in in the first place, and because I won't call to find a replacement. (Something that no other manager/supervisor has ever asked of me before.))
I can't believe it. I work myself SICK for a damn job that pays me less than the going rate, work harder than most of my coworkers, work seven days straight, and take extra duties without getting extra pay or even extra recognition and I get a guilt trip for wanting not to come in when I am feeling half dead.
I can't wait until I get another job. It's enough to send a girl back to telemarketing.
So what do I do Saturday and Sunday? I work both days in direct sunlight for several hours. Sunday morning I got sick to my stomach, a headache, and couldn't breathe. (See I didn't know that I would be working outside, so there I am two hours from home without so much as a hat to protect my head from the sun.) I keep working until one of the managers takes one look at me and sends me in side. This is right before my lunch break anyway. So I use that hour to breathe and get switched to a job inside. Yup, I work another several hours and then hop directly in to a car to drive home.
Then I go to work on Monday. And just barely make it through the day. See, I am still getting headaches, and I am completely wiped out no matter how long I sleep. So me, thinking I was being sensible, call in this morning. (Hoping that if I can rest for one day I can be back to normal to work the rest of the week.) The supervisor lays a quilt trip on me. (For not calling two hours before my shift, for not being willing to come in in the first place, and because I won't call to find a replacement. (Something that no other manager/supervisor has ever asked of me before.))
I can't believe it. I work myself SICK for a damn job that pays me less than the going rate, work harder than most of my coworkers, work seven days straight, and take extra duties without getting extra pay or even extra recognition and I get a guilt trip for wanting not to come in when I am feeling half dead.
I can't wait until I get another job. It's enough to send a girl back to telemarketing.