Fuck I need a break. If it wasn’t for my Grandma’s wedding, Jared’s formal, and Great Nana’s Funiral, then I would of worked 2 months straight.
All that time off adds up to 3.5 days. Three point fucking five days off I’ve had off in the past 2 months. And that number is made up of 3 half days.
To top it off, that time off wasn’t exactly spreed out ether. I worked around 6 weeks before any kind of break. At all.
Like I said, I love my job, I enjoy milking the cows when I’m not tired or angry. I enjoy driving the tractor when I’m not falling asleep on it1 . And ye, we get lunch now I guess2 but it’s not enough to sleep and clean and eat and just.. relax.
There is around 2 weeks until my first official “time off”3 . 12 Oct. And I’m going friggin insane. Coffee just isn’t god damn cutting it anymore.
To top it off even more? My days off are not during the weekend. They are Mon, Tue, Wed. I’m not sure why. And I’m pretty pissed about it, everyone I know works or has school during the week. How am I meant to catch up with anyone? My sister will be at school if I fly up and visit, and my mum might start studying. My boyfriend will be at school, and my bro will be at work.
I think they’ve worked it so they4 get the weekends off. Which isn’t fair. They live with their families. They are the bosses. If they leave half way through work now, what’s going to stop them from carrying on doing it when the time off starts? I want to say something to the bosses, but I don’t know how to put it.
FML much?
- being awoken by going over bumps, luckily [↩]
- we didn’t used to get lunch some days [↩]
- 3 days off [↩]
- The bosses [↩]
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