out cold in a heat wave
July 31st, 2008

Due to the unfortunate presence of those evil communists in the summerhouse, I have been less than my best the last couple of days. Pretty much everything from the time I got home on was me sprawled on the sofa, reading a book and napping. No TV, no PC, no pool, just me and an Aggie and the couch. I read pretty steady until about 6:30, but then I dozed off and I slept pretty much all evening.

I tend to get that way during the first couple days of the damned thing. Plus, I had GI issues yesterday morning, and a horrible, insanely busy workday on top of it, so I was just wiped out completely.

And the outside heatwave means that they have it so cold at work that I can't stand it. I find the constant chill to be another factor that wears me out. The unfortunate combination of a poorly designed ventilation system and the positioning of my desk directly beneath a vent means that I have a frigid draft blowing across my arms and down my neck for nearly nine hours a day. It takes a toll. It's pretty sad that I have to wear a hooded sweatshirt indoors, in high summer, so I can be comfortable.

That place is such a hell hole.

After waiting for four days for a response to my email request for a vacation day, I finally just flat-out asked the boss what was up. She had overlooked it completely, it seems. But after that, she could hardly refuse me. So I'm off tomorrow.

I'm off the paying job, anyway. I'm still on for the slave labor job--cleaning, laundry, errands, etc.

And I may have finally gotten a vacay day out of her, but there's still no sign of that $25.00 gift card bonus I was promised for working Sunday, though.
AND--They cut the authorized premium pay from 6 hours for 3 to 5 hours for 3. After the the fucking fact.

Here's the thing about using such tactics to lure people there on a Sunday: We're only going to fall for it once. Next time you ask, we're going to remember we got yanked around and lied to.