Rant
The following is a rant about my husband's job. Contains profanity. You have been warned.
It's bad enough that my husband is on 24 hour call for a week every third week. That he dispatches calls to the other guys on his off weeks. He runs out on jobs, even when he's not on call, because he's the only guy that his boss trusts to run the jet machine. He gets calls at home from his bosses, and the other guys that work with him during his off hours constantly. He goes out of his way to make sure he does not inconvenience anyone he works with. He runs errands, and does favors for them all constantly.
It's certainly bad enough that we have to arrange birthday parties and dates around his work schedule. That he often works 16 hour days. That more often than not when he's on call, his kids have to go to bed without getting to say good night to their daddy. That we eat meals without him. That I wait up until 3:30 in the morning for him to get home, so I know he got home safely. And then after that his asshole boss still calls him at 9:00 in the morning to see if he's coming in. Sure, why not? Not like he needs to sleep or anything.He works for peanuts, and goes above and beyond his job description nearly every single day!
I HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE his job! I hate that he walked in the door less than an hour ago and he has already left, AGAIN, to go do another stupid fucking job! He's got to clear a damn kitchen line, which will only take him 20 minutes to clear. BUT, he gets to drive an hour and 45 minutes through traffic to get there to do it! Looks like I get to put the kids to bed by myself once again!
And here's the REAL reason for the rant. It's not enough that he was on call for New years eve/day, his birthday, Easter, Fourth of July, Labor Day and Halloween. Now he gets to be on call for Thanksgiving too! And when he complains about the fact that he has worked nearly every holiday this year, his boss just shrugs her shoulders and says, "Well, I've already made the schedule, I can't change it now." FUCK YOU! no really, FUCK YOU! Guess I should be glad that he at least will be home with us for Christmas. That is, if he's willing to take calls over New Years, like he has every fucking year he has worked there. That's ok, I don't need to kiss my husband at Midnight anyway! Maybe if I'm lucky he'll be on call for our 5th wedding anniversary in March!
If you have read this far, please do not tell me that in this economy I should be grateful that he has a job at all, because I am not in the mood to hear it. Trust me, I know this. It's the only reason I haven't gone down to his work myself and given his bosses both a piece of my mind.
It's bad enough that my husband is on 24 hour call for a week every third week. That he dispatches calls to the other guys on his off weeks. He runs out on jobs, even when he's not on call, because he's the only guy that his boss trusts to run the jet machine. He gets calls at home from his bosses, and the other guys that work with him during his off hours constantly. He goes out of his way to make sure he does not inconvenience anyone he works with. He runs errands, and does favors for them all constantly.
It's certainly bad enough that we have to arrange birthday parties and dates around his work schedule. That he often works 16 hour days. That more often than not when he's on call, his kids have to go to bed without getting to say good night to their daddy. That we eat meals without him. That I wait up until 3:30 in the morning for him to get home, so I know he got home safely. And then after that his asshole boss still calls him at 9:00 in the morning to see if he's coming in. Sure, why not? Not like he needs to sleep or anything.He works for peanuts, and goes above and beyond his job description nearly every single day!
I HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE his job! I hate that he walked in the door less than an hour ago and he has already left, AGAIN, to go do another stupid fucking job! He's got to clear a damn kitchen line, which will only take him 20 minutes to clear. BUT, he gets to drive an hour and 45 minutes through traffic to get there to do it! Looks like I get to put the kids to bed by myself once again!
And here's the REAL reason for the rant. It's not enough that he was on call for New years eve/day, his birthday, Easter, Fourth of July, Labor Day and Halloween. Now he gets to be on call for Thanksgiving too! And when he complains about the fact that he has worked nearly every holiday this year, his boss just shrugs her shoulders and says, "Well, I've already made the schedule, I can't change it now." FUCK YOU! no really, FUCK YOU! Guess I should be glad that he at least will be home with us for Christmas. That is, if he's willing to take calls over New Years, like he has every fucking year he has worked there. That's ok, I don't need to kiss my husband at Midnight anyway! Maybe if I'm lucky he'll be on call for our 5th wedding anniversary in March!
If you have read this far, please do not tell me that in this economy I should be grateful that he has a job at all, because I am not in the mood to hear it. Trust me, I know this. It's the only reason I haven't gone down to his work myself and given his bosses both a piece of my mind.