Short Week

Well, I've decided to be a complete bitch and take the next two days off. I feel like a swollen marshmallow with a Quasimodo hump in her back, and cannot move fast in all this humidity. So fuck it. I pulled a Janis Powell this morning (for those of you might enjoy the reference) and came in late, and I will leave early.

I am now blasting The Cure. Bobby Smith always suits my morbid tendencies. I actually took a taxi for four blocks this morning because my legs hurt so badly.

There will be no wasted vacation days at all this year. I've got roughly 13 days left, so that's about 2 days per month. I lost 5 days without pay due to Bag O'Rocks and his shifting fuckups with hiring J, who quickly disappeared, and I was supposed to fit them in by the end of March. Didn't happen. Since I refuse to beg like the whipped dog they think I am, I will do whatever the hell I want.

A nice chat with a very useful member of Benefits told me that I would be able to take a medical leave of absence if I needed to. 4 weeks at full pay, 4 at half pay. Wouldn't it be nice to finagle something with a new employer and tell them that I could start on the first of the month, then bolt from this place? And of course, I'll tell them I resign. "Sorry. I'm not coming back." Presto! An entire month off. And all that lovely cash deposited in my bank account! Fuck these dimwits, I've always tried to do the right thing and play by the rules. What does it get me? NADA. BUPKUS. ZILCH.

The kindest thing they could do is fire me, but that won't happen, since that would cost them money. I saw a lovely document with all sorts of numbers on it, so I know exactly what's going on around here. Who does what, who gets what, who actually does the work, who gets screwed. And there won't be any sentimental email to anyone at this place, maybe just the people in the field. It's quite fitting, since they're getting my work. They can see how much SAP really sucks.

Nope, I ain't playing the game, kiddies. The only rules I'll follow are MY rules.