I Had To Leave Work Early Again... Revisited

Oh Geeze, I am feeling so down about this! As long as I have a special needs, medically fragile child who must rely on home health nurses I will have to leave my job early on a regular basis. This is one of the few negative things you will hear me say about him because I love him dearly and would go to the end of the earth for this child. However, my employers are getting a little weary at this point and I don't know what to say to them anymore.

Oh man, we had a doozy of a night on Saturday! I work at a large national discount store chain. When you close the store on Saturday nights, you don't leave until all the work is done; the signs are all taken down and all the merchandise put away. I got a call from my boyfriend at 10 PM saying I needed to come home at 11 because there was a new nurse at the house and the nurse who was supposed to come and train him called in. They wanted me at the house to train her. I told them they would have to wait. My boyfriend was there, she wouldn't be alone, she could sit with my son and get to know him a little, get to know the layout of the room, etc. But NO, she threw a fit saying she didn't feel comfortable with just the boyfriend. She was calling her boss. She was told that someone would be there.

So, once again, for the FIFTIETH time, I had to go tell one of the managers that I had to leave early. She was real pissy with me saying that she thought that I needed to have a talk with one of the higher ups at the store and it was getting to be a problem. I'm not mad at her. I understand her point. It's a business and she has a crew to run. Now, the assistant store manager has not had a little talk with me..yet. Maybe he will, maybe he won't. I have no idea what to say. Sorry doesn't seem to be the right thing. It will happen again. And again. No matter where I work.

A thought just ocurred to me: Why do I stress this much over a job that pays $6.75 an hour? I can get another minimum wage job someplace else next week if I wanted to.

The man and I have been getting along pretty well the last few days. That's a good thing. I didn't get anything for mother's day, and I think I should have, but he was very attentive to me and sweet (I don't have a problem with attention from him, as he is the most insecure boyfriend I have ever had) My daughter gave me a very nice homemade card that she made on the computer at her school. On the front there is a woman with big poofy red hair wearing a red shirt and khaki pants. That's me in my work uniform. (If she was going for true authenticity, I would have had a scanner gun strapped to my side and an armfull of Cherokee capri pants) It was very sweet and it made my day. Last week I was mad at my own mother, for telling me how to raise my children (how dare she!!!!) but I put it aside and bought her a pair of pajamas. It was either that, or a pair of Cherokee capri pants!