Today, I met one. I’ve been drifting between thoughts and frustration all evening long.
There is no problem about the trip, so let’s not worry. It’s just about the length of it. I asked for three weeks plus two days (23 days off work) so that I could visit Finland. My boss told me today that I could get two weeks maximum.
I didn’t know what to think exactly, especially that she sent me this information by e-mail, instead of telling me on the phone. I had dinner with my parents and told them about it. My parents are… like the complete opposite of me, and sometimes it’s a good thing. I’m just way too calm sometimes, too quiet, and they have the strenght of character. My mother got completely furious, because she knows I’m working extremely hard so that my plans all succeed, and that I’m also giving myself at 100% in my job. There is also the fact that whenever my bosses leave on a vacation (they are a couple), it’s pretty usual that they will leave together for like 2 weeks, and then I end up not having a single day off work for 15 days. And do I bother? No. Do I say anything bad about it? No. What do I tell them, when they return?
Something like “So, did you enjoy it? How was it? Tell me about it!”
But I NEVER FUCKING COMPLAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’m sick of seeing people taking advantage of me, as I’m working my ass off just to please everyone! I’m sick of being the kind guy who sacrifices himself all the time! Whenever my bosses ask me to work when I’m supposed to have a day off, I always say yes! Sick or not, feeling well or not, tired or not, it doesn’t fucking matter! I’m always present. They know they can count on me!
And what do I get once I ask something? Pfff… shit.
She says she’ll have to hire someone else if I take a vacation. She never hired anyone when SHE takes her vacations! No, she just makes us work like slaves, and we never complain! But hey, my boss would never work a weekend. Nooooo!!! That’s not human, she can’t do that. Who works the weekends? The stupid guy with the shading glasses, he’s so naive, he does everything we ask him.
Now, the reason why she says I can have two weeks, is because she convinced the part-time employee to work two weeks full time during August. She can’t go for three, though. And she would NEVER work a few hours more for a week, noooo…
Fuck! If she had to ask me something similar, I wouldn’t even hesitate and I’d say yes, to help her! A favor, that’s all! What do I get in return, when I need something?
I’m gonna talk to her this week. I fucking want my three weeks, and I’m gonna get them. With all the overtime hours I worked, I’d be able to have four weeks if I wanted! But I won’t, because I know it’s completely abusive. I don’t want to put her into trouble… but then again, maybe I’m just a bit too kind.
Ahhhh… I don’t know. Reason, emotions, reason, emotions…