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The employee for whom I convered the entire month of July is going to be off Friday. I found out yesterday, when it was approved, despite it being against the stated policy of two weeks notice. Guess who gets to cover again? That's right, it's me. So, I have to be at work at 6:00 fucking AM on Friday morning, which pretty much confirms I'll be wiped out Friday night, and thus miss part of my weekend, my time away from work with my sweetie.
I like to think I'm a team player. I think I act on that. But more and more, I'm really beginning to wonder if my relationship to the team concept might be abusive.
Just, fuck.
I like to think I'm a team player. I think I act on that. But more and more, I'm really beginning to wonder if my relationship to the team concept might be abusive.
Just, fuck.
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Date: 2005-09-28 11:46 pm (UTC)One of my teammates just...up and quit.
(Yep. She did most *definately* up before she quit.)
Sooo, we've all been covering her workload. And, we'll be getting more business before we get a new hire.
*empathy vibe*