Yesterday sucked. I got called into work for the 7th day in a row. So on top of being regular pregnancy exhausted, I'm also work-drained. So after work I tried to find a pair of boots and coat, but of COURSE I couldn't find ANYTHING because I'M FREAKING ENORMOUS. My feet are now a size 12. TWELVE. REALLY?! So do you think they make cute shoes for people that aren't size 8? No. They don't. As for a coat.. if I want something that's not hideous, it's looking like I'm going to spending close to $120, which I do not have at the moment.
So I spent most of yesterday in tears.
Today, I went into work at 5:30am because I'm so fucking behind because my nearly useless coworker quit, and her three weeks notice quickly became a day and half notice.
Oh! Then my boss calls me to tell that he is "coming up with a reward" for me, since I'm now doing two jobs and taking care of the medical needs of 50 teenage delinquents BY MYSELF. What's my reward?
"Well, we're going to go ahead and give you 15 hours of overtime."
"Since you're working so hard, we're going to let you work 55 hours a week!"
"Um, I coach in the mornings and have performances in the evenings. i don't have time to work another 15 hours a week here."
"Oh, well, I guess you'll just need you to come in on saturdays and/or sundays to make up the difference"
"Do I have to work 55 hours a week?"
"Well, you just can't let anything fall behind like you did last week. So you really need to stay at at least 50 hours a week"
So my reward is that I have to work an additional 15 hours a week and now work 7 days a week? How is that a reward exactly?
And nobody will fucking help me. I'm sorry, did they not realize that I'm fucking pregnant? That it is physically painful for me to be running around that much? That I cannot do this job by myself?
It's 8am. I have been working since 5:30am. I can't leave here until 6pm. I have already sobbed alone in my office for a good half hour.
So, cool. Great week ahead of me.