My parents left early this morning, and after I dropped my sister off at the morning I was alone with Emerson for the first time in over a week.
The little man was a little gentleman today—didn’t give me much sass at all. I really appreciated that from the universe, especially since the person they hired to cover my work while I was on leave has been a real flake lately. They leave halfway through the day and blame it on some fake symptom, or they just call off entirely right when they’re about to start.
I don’t care if people call off. It’s like, you know you aren’t going to work the night before, though. And it looks way less suspicious to call off hours in advance instead of minutes before you’re supposed to start. My boss talked to me about it and we’re kind of under the impression they’re going to other interviews. That’s fine and all, but it’s a tad obnoxious. Not only did you mess up all the processes and tables we had, but you did so in a way that only you can unravel, and now you’re not around to help.
They’re a good worker and a nice person. But they’re starting to show their true colors and it’s annoying. I think they’re trying to draw it out so the company fires them thereby giving them the opportunity to file for unemployment. To each their own, but at the end of this day this job pays more than unemployment, is really easy, and allows you to work from home.
I don’t know. Venting about work because I feel like I’ve complained enough about my family. On a very bright note I’m taking Amelia to the fair tomorrow and we’ll be able to have some one-on-one bonding time again. I’ve really been working hard to keep my frustration in check. The only setback to that was my other emotions poured out a little freely. That’s all well and fine with a smile and levity, but that sad exhaustion hit me like a ton of bricks!