bleeding already
Oct. 1st, 2011 09:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7Some of yesterday's crushing despair was premenstrual. (I texted a friend that I was so uncomfortable I just wanted to crawl out of my own skin, then beat motherfuckers to death with my own bloody, muscle-clad bones; he responded by offering my boyfriend asylum, which I suppose was sweet and considerate of him.)
So at least that's eased up. But Mom's follow-up email confirms that my uncle is basically full of cancer, that he ignored symptoms for about a year, and that their estimate of 12-18 months' survival is probably somewhat generous. The chemo is somehow supposed to make him "more comfortable". Hm. Apparently, they really did say "incurable", not "inoperable." I really, really didn't think they used that word...
My car needs to be worked on, or I'd go home today. I'll call home this weekend; I have a commitment next weekend that I'd rather not duck out on. But the weekend after, things should be organized enough, I can go; I might take a week off of work. They have to let me, don't they? I don't know how that works.
My boss *just*, within the last six months, lost his own uncle to cancer; the man was much older and had been fighting it longer, and my boss was the executor of his estate. So when I told him about this, I expected he'd be sympathetic, which he was. But when I said, "So I might need some time to go home and help my family deal with it," I sort of didn't expect him to semi-flippantly say, "Well, it better not be during December!"
Look, I know we're a retail store, but the man has been ignoring my pleas that we hire somebody for over a year now. We're critically short-staffed; I'm supposed to be switching departments, and I'm staring down the barrel of October with such light staffing that for about 20-30 hours a week, I'm already doing the work that's usually done by two; if I switch departments, I'll be doing the work of three. With no raise.
FUCKING HIRE SOMEBODY. My uncle is more important than you saving the cost of a minimum-fucking-wage employee.
So at least that's eased up. But Mom's follow-up email confirms that my uncle is basically full of cancer, that he ignored symptoms for about a year, and that their estimate of 12-18 months' survival is probably somewhat generous. The chemo is somehow supposed to make him "more comfortable". Hm. Apparently, they really did say "incurable", not "inoperable." I really, really didn't think they used that word...
My car needs to be worked on, or I'd go home today. I'll call home this weekend; I have a commitment next weekend that I'd rather not duck out on. But the weekend after, things should be organized enough, I can go; I might take a week off of work. They have to let me, don't they? I don't know how that works.
My boss *just*, within the last six months, lost his own uncle to cancer; the man was much older and had been fighting it longer, and my boss was the executor of his estate. So when I told him about this, I expected he'd be sympathetic, which he was. But when I said, "So I might need some time to go home and help my family deal with it," I sort of didn't expect him to semi-flippantly say, "Well, it better not be during December!"
Look, I know we're a retail store, but the man has been ignoring my pleas that we hire somebody for over a year now. We're critically short-staffed; I'm supposed to be switching departments, and I'm staring down the barrel of October with such light staffing that for about 20-30 hours a week, I'm already doing the work that's usually done by two; if I switch departments, I'll be doing the work of three. With no raise.
FUCKING HIRE SOMEBODY. My uncle is more important than you saving the cost of a minimum-fucking-wage employee.
