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Okay, so I am about to be a huge hypocrite. I never really said that I wasn't one though, now did I?
I am so sick of people complaining about their work hours, how hard they work, how long their days are, etc. Not us, BTW, we have the right to complain and loudly!!
It happens everywhere I go.
The cashier at the store - "Oh, I put in 10 hours of overtime last week, I'm sooo tired."
My mom regarding my brother - "He has two jobs now and is working himself to death. He works 60 hours a week now and barely gets enough sleep." Wah, boo-hoo, cry me a river, it is about freaking time, says I. He is 26 and living at home with you, divorced, ex-addict, with a son he doesn't support.
Most recently one of my friends -
Get off your fricking butt, do a little extra work, and help out some kids getting some toys. Just because someone didn't get it in on the deadline.... I would have done it on the 23rd! It is only 5 minutes from her house!!!
On the other hand, Chad says that she shouldn't have to go in when it isn't business hours. He has to take calls when he is "off" because if he doesn't people can be harmed. This isn't something that cannot wait, and the guy should have got his request in on time.
Why does this stuff irk me so much? I need to find some zen in a bad way. I think I am growing more bitter by the second. Does this stuff irk you too, or am I wound up so tight that , to quote Ferris Beuller, "If you put a lump of coal up my ass, in two weeks you would have a diamond."?
I am so sick of people complaining about their work hours, how hard they work, how long their days are, etc. Not us, BTW, we have the right to complain and loudly!!
It happens everywhere I go.
The cashier at the store - "Oh, I put in 10 hours of overtime last week, I'm sooo tired."
My mom regarding my brother - "He has two jobs now and is working himself to death. He works 60 hours a week now and barely gets enough sleep." Wah, boo-hoo, cry me a river, it is about freaking time, says I. He is 26 and living at home with you, divorced, ex-addict, with a son he doesn't support.
Most recently one of my friends -
One of the soldiers we helped with food and gifts for Christmas was supposed to give me the names of some other needy soldiers before December 22. He called me late on Dec. 23 saying that he had the names of these guys and was ready to come pick up some of the toys I had leftover. Well, I was off that day, overwhelmed with trying to catch up on Christmas prep around the house. So I politely reminded him that I was off, and that I had asked him to get that info to me sooner. I worked so many unpaid hours through December, that when the 23rd arrived, it was family time and I was not going back to work until after Christmas. I felt guilty about that, but these guys had plenty of notice on getting their info to me, and if they didn't do it in time, well...I'm sorry!
So, the holidays are over and I've basically forgotten about this guy. But out of the blue, he called me on my cell phone today, telling me that they're having a meeting at the armory and these guys want to get their Christmas stuff now. I was like, WTH???
First, I wanted to say, "Don't call me on my cell phone unless it's an emergency", and...
2: "Don't call me on the weekend, period, unless someone is dying!"
When I told him I was off this weekend, he's like, "Well, I know the sergeant's got a key to your office. We can just go in and let them get what they want." I told him that wasn't acceptable, not only because it's an invasion of privacy, but some of the donated items are already set aside for other families so they couldn't just go and grab stuff without my being there to tell them what's available. Then I started to feel guilty, thinking, well...it's only five miles away...I could go up later today and give them some stuff. So, I told him that and we hung up.
But when I told DH, he blew a gasket and said no way. If they didn't get their names in on time, that is their problem, not mine, and if they want assistance, they can come see me during normal business hours. He's right. I work so much as it is, and frankly, Christmas is over. Why do they really need toys now?
So, I called the soldier back and apologized, telling him I wasn't going to be able to come today after all. He got an attitude about it, and that ticked me off. I remained professional with him on the phone, but I had to to DH after we hung up! I get so tired of dealing with younger enlisted men who seem to think that anyone who works for the government owes them something and should drop everything to fit their agenda...despite the fact that their "problem" wouldn't exist had they simply followed instructions in the first place! But then my sympathetic side kicks in and and I feel bad for them, because I know they're financially strapped.
As much as I hate to admit caring so much about others' opinions, it bothers me that these guys are probably really ticked off at me now. They're linked to the one SGT I told you about a while back, who tried to shut down the wives' book group we had last fall. He's probably really going to be on my case now that I failed to help out his buddies.
I feel that it's completely inappropriate to expect me to come in on my day off to play Santa Claus two weeks after Christmas. But I don't understand why I still feel guilty about not going in today.
So, the holidays are over and I've basically forgotten about this guy. But out of the blue, he called me on my cell phone today, telling me that they're having a meeting at the armory and these guys want to get their Christmas stuff now. I was like, WTH???
First, I wanted to say, "Don't call me on my cell phone unless it's an emergency", and...
2: "Don't call me on the weekend, period, unless someone is dying!"
When I told him I was off this weekend, he's like, "Well, I know the sergeant's got a key to your office. We can just go in and let them get what they want." I told him that wasn't acceptable, not only because it's an invasion of privacy, but some of the donated items are already set aside for other families so they couldn't just go and grab stuff without my being there to tell them what's available. Then I started to feel guilty, thinking, well...it's only five miles away...I could go up later today and give them some stuff. So, I told him that and we hung up.
But when I told DH, he blew a gasket and said no way. If they didn't get their names in on time, that is their problem, not mine, and if they want assistance, they can come see me during normal business hours. He's right. I work so much as it is, and frankly, Christmas is over. Why do they really need toys now?
So, I called the soldier back and apologized, telling him I wasn't going to be able to come today after all. He got an attitude about it, and that ticked me off. I remained professional with him on the phone, but I had to to DH after we hung up! I get so tired of dealing with younger enlisted men who seem to think that anyone who works for the government owes them something and should drop everything to fit their agenda...despite the fact that their "problem" wouldn't exist had they simply followed instructions in the first place! But then my sympathetic side kicks in and and I feel bad for them, because I know they're financially strapped.
As much as I hate to admit caring so much about others' opinions, it bothers me that these guys are probably really ticked off at me now. They're linked to the one SGT I told you about a while back, who tried to shut down the wives' book group we had last fall. He's probably really going to be on my case now that I failed to help out his buddies.
I feel that it's completely inappropriate to expect me to come in on my day off to play Santa Claus two weeks after Christmas. But I don't understand why I still feel guilty about not going in today.
On the other hand, Chad says that she shouldn't have to go in when it isn't business hours. He has to take calls when he is "off" because if he doesn't people can be harmed. This isn't something that cannot wait, and the guy should have got his request in on time.
Why does this stuff irk me so much? I need to find some zen in a bad way. I think I am growing more bitter by the second. Does this stuff irk you too, or am I wound up so tight that , to quote Ferris Beuller, "If you put a lump of coal up my ass, in two weeks you would have a diamond."?
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