So I went to work yesterday. I had been watching the weather and noticed the forecast called for thunderstorms all day in my area yesterday. I personally am deathly afraid driving in bad weather. I had got caught in a thunderstorm the week before and ended up soaking wet at work. 
I made plans with ~Rumormonger to drop me off and pick me up. I also asked to get out an hour early for that very reason.
And oh how the weatherman lies . . . Long story short, I felt pretty dumb asking to get off an hour early and finding quite a bit of non-rain outside when I left.
Ok before going further on that tangent, I must rewind back to Monday and tell you guys a completely unrelated story.
I’m the stock person at a store in the mall (I prefer not to say which one). Well as I posted before, I spend the majority of my time in the back room. It’s only when I’m bringing merchandise out to the floor that I have to interact with the general public.
So I’m putting some shirts on the rack when this loud, obnoxious, heavy-set (aka fat-assed) woman comes in yakking away on her cell phone with two friends in tow. Upon seeing me putting things on floor, she asks (well more like yells, but now we’re just splitting hairs) “Do y’all have any size 16’s here?”
To which I reply: “Sorry, the largest size jeans I’ve seen here is a 13.”
To which she replies: “Oh. Well then why you workin’ here? You’re fat enough to wear that size.”
. . .
I had to burn a willpower point to keep one of the many hangers I was holding from connecting with her eyeball. My face went to a default emotionless expression. I spun on my heel and turned my back to her and blurted out “Well fuck you, too.”
She may have heard me, though I really don’t think so. She had immediately gone back to running her mouth in her phone to hear me. But mark my words, I did not say it quietly. She was just that loud.
So after uttering my retort. (had it not caught me off guard, I probably would have come up with something with more wit. But it probably would have gone over her head. So probably best to stick to the 4 letter words she was used to.) But I digress, I suddenly felt what I can only describe as a “tick”. My eye suddenly started to twitch and my hands involuntarily curled up into fists. The last thing I wanted to was lose my temper at work, so I walked as fast as I could back to the back room without running. There, I paced. And when I say paced, I’m not talking dawdling and walking around in circles. I’m talking INTENSE, X-Treme pacing that you’d see on a Mountain Dew commercial. And whatever was in my way suddenly found itself out of my way very quickly.
And for the record, I’m not a size 16. Not quite an ideal size, but I can at least wear the jeans our store carries. ;D Of course, had she taken the time to notice that instead of lashing out on an employee for working at a store that doesn’t carry something in her size, she probably would have had to contemplate what her fat ass was doing int hat store in the first place. And then come to the harsh realization that even if they were made in that size, it still wouldn’t look good on her.
Anyway back to Tuesday. I got off an hour early only to find it wasn’t raining. We had made plans to stop by my friend’s house after work since it was on the way home. I was feeling more tired than usual yesterday anyway. And after work it all hit me at once. We went home and when I got upstairs, I just suddenly collapsed on my bed and didn’t wake up for about five hours.
I woke up feeling like quite a bit less than a million bucks. Just yucky. Yucky turned to nausea, and that turned into not sleeping that whole night feeling the urge to spill my innards as a sort of grotesque offering to the porcelain goddess (yes, I’ve decided our toilet is a girl)in what some may call the “bathroom” (which was spinning the entire night). Yeah. It was THAT awesome.
After finally falling asleep, I found myself being prodded awake by Rumor at about five minutes before my shift was about to start. Still feeling the urge to vomit, I decided it best to call in sick today. This turned out to be a more difficult task than I thought because the line was busy for what seemed like forever. I finally got a hold of someone who then reprimanded me for calling in after my shift had already started (gee, I wonder why?) and then informed me that I also needed a doctor’s excuse.
Okay I can understand after calling in sick multiple times, but this is ONE day! I work in a minimum wage job with no benefits. I can’t afford to see a doctor! Especially for something like the flu. I really see no point to go to a doctor, spend money I don’t have, get a piece of paper confirming that , yes, it was the flu and to get bed rest which I COULD have been getting had I not been driving to the doctor. And when i have the flu, I’m usually out for a day and and bounce back pretty quickly. Even as I type, despite a mild headache and upset tummy, I feel fine. Why do I need a doctor for ONE day?
Essentially, we’re not allowed to be sick. Great. I’ll make sure that bacteria gets the message.
This has lead me to a realization. I need a better paying job, and health benefits. (and not to mention a more flexible schedule for when I start school again which this job does not). So after I get over the feeling of dying, I suppose I will be looking for job prospects elsewhere.
Where I don’t have to deal with bitchy customers and unreasonable sick policies. Yay.
