Life has an ugly way of smacking you back if you poke at it long enough with a sharp enough stick and that's about how I'd describe my relationship with my job. It's a necrotic symbiosis in which neither one of us has the balls to cut the cord, but they certainly have done a phenomenal job of pushing me away.
For the first time every in any of my jobs I was suspended for three days with final written warning. Really? While full well knowing I've been dancing around hot coals for some time and yes this is exactly what I deserve, I don't feel it was done in the most ethical manner.
First, I'm sent an email to meet with my boss and union delegate and not told what the meeting is about. Fuax pas number two would be that I only received a verbal counseling for my absenteeism from work, however they are using a written warning from over a year ago. Our union contract specifically states it must be recent. Hmmmmm..... Also, for my failing to swipe in and out, be on time and not completing my CPR on time (which is the only piece in which I actually received a written warning about). Oh, and one no call no show.
The no call no show: The schedule was published one week before starting, and I believe the union contract stipulates that it needs to be out sooner than that. I know the Department of Labor regulations are one week, so we'll see if I have a leg to stand on. Also, it was a change in my rotation, but I'm expected to check and know my schedule. Please don't fuck with my rotation, please.
The icing on the cake is when I asked my boss, "So, I'm suspended starting tonight?" "No, I'll let you know when." Thank God I have a union. The union delegate said they couldn't do that. They said they could. Then all three of them looked at me as if I knew some magic answer they didn't.
And here it is: Fuck you! No, really, fuck you. You're going to suspend me and then tell me that you're going to wait until it's convenient for you because you can't find coverage for my shifts and then expect me to show up tonight and work to my best abilities. I thought I worked in behavioral health which included an element of psychology. Doesn't take a degree in this to read "mind fuck" all over it. So, no, if you're going to suspend me, you're going to suspend me starting this very minute. There is no waiting. I don't do suspense well.
So, I took my five days off and ran with it. I worked on putting our new home in order. I went to the beach. I relaxed and enjoyed a much needed break from the bullshit. And yes, so far three days into being back at work the scare tactic has worked.
More terrifying than that is I'm scared shitless no matter how hard I try to straighten up and fly right, I'm going to end up fucking myself over.
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