Short and bitter story here.
It turns out that Pit of Despair Manufacturing, Inc. has no patience for employees who exhibit less than optimal health. They recently fired a friend of mine who worked there, because she used too many sick days.
How do we know that was what they fired her for? Because they stapled her last hospital note to her walking papers.
The problem I have with this is simply the fact that it's just not healthy, ironically, to have to live in fear of losing your job should you become ill. It's also a little scary to me because I may have to use some of my sick days and vacation days in the upcoming days in order to ferry my parents around to the doctor. My mother is legally blind, you see, and my father quite suddenly went blind himself about two days ago. Considering that one or both of them have doctors to see nearly every day nowadays, and now considering that neither can drive, this is quite a bind to find oneself in. Do I take my parents to the doctor, or shall I let them die because I'm afraid I'll lose my job -- not to mention a very unique and useful job benefit I'm close to claiming --?
Oh, hell... they're on their way down anyway. I suppose I can only hope we can have the funerals on one of my days off.
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I suppose I'm being a little dramatic here, on consideration. However, what can I do? There are going to be days when no one else will be free to take my mother, my father, of both of them to the doctor. There's still the chance I could come down with the flu or some such. What can I do?
What can anyone do?
Then again, on even further consideration, I think it comes down to the three pillars of job security at Pit of Despair Manufacturing, Inc: Nepotism, Favoritism, and Fucking. As in, if you related to the right person, the right person's bff, or if you are fucking the right person, your job is bulletproof at Pit of Despair. My friend could not claim any of these things, and it was rather inconvenient for the company when she was poisoned while on the job and the company had to pay for her care because of it. She suspected they've been gunning for her ever since, and now it would appear she was right all along.
Evil, fucking company. I just want to hold on until I can claim that benefit. I just hope I can make it...
It turns out that Pit of Despair Manufacturing, Inc. has no patience for employees who exhibit less than optimal health. They recently fired a friend of mine who worked there, because she used too many sick days.
How do we know that was what they fired her for? Because they stapled her last hospital note to her walking papers.
The problem I have with this is simply the fact that it's just not healthy, ironically, to have to live in fear of losing your job should you become ill. It's also a little scary to me because I may have to use some of my sick days and vacation days in the upcoming days in order to ferry my parents around to the doctor. My mother is legally blind, you see, and my father quite suddenly went blind himself about two days ago. Considering that one or both of them have doctors to see nearly every day nowadays, and now considering that neither can drive, this is quite a bind to find oneself in. Do I take my parents to the doctor, or shall I let them die because I'm afraid I'll lose my job -- not to mention a very unique and useful job benefit I'm close to claiming --?
Oh, hell... they're on their way down anyway. I suppose I can only hope we can have the funerals on one of my days off.
...
......
.........
I suppose I'm being a little dramatic here, on consideration. However, what can I do? There are going to be days when no one else will be free to take my mother, my father, of both of them to the doctor. There's still the chance I could come down with the flu or some such. What can I do?
What can anyone do?
Then again, on even further consideration, I think it comes down to the three pillars of job security at Pit of Despair Manufacturing, Inc: Nepotism, Favoritism, and Fucking. As in, if you related to the right person, the right person's bff, or if you are fucking the right person, your job is bulletproof at Pit of Despair. My friend could not claim any of these things, and it was rather inconvenient for the company when she was poisoned while on the job and the company had to pay for her care because of it. She suspected they've been gunning for her ever since, and now it would appear she was right all along.
Evil, fucking company. I just want to hold on until I can claim that benefit. I just hope I can make it...
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