Show of hands now: who here has ever said, Hey! I could use a week off!
Mm-hmm. That’s what I thought. Me, too.
Now answer me this: who here has ever said, I’d like to take that same week off but not be paid in any fashion for it, even when I’ve got plenty of vacation time accumulated?
Mm-hmm. I didn’t think so.
So, to re-cap, time off: good; time off without pay: bad.
I have a week off, without pay, in less than two weeks, after two years without a raise, after a paycut at the beginning of the year, after a reduced work week in June.
Betrayed, angry, near tears and feeling just a touch of chest pain, I’m waiting, waiting for that other shoe to drop.
And the funny thing is that if you spend a lot of time doing that, waiting for that other shoe, after awhile it all starts to sound like a falling shoe.
I don’t want to be the Woman Waiting for the Other Shoe.
Oh, don’t get me wrong. I know good and darn well that there are plenty of people out there who have already faced this; and to those who got in the Struggle Line ahead of me, I ask you: what role can I play here in the Land of Those Smiling Bravely? I suppose there are plenty of bartenders already, right?
Wait a minute. What do you mean, what are my skills? I thought I already told you! I can tell jokes, I can type like the very wind itself and I can do the splits.
Any call for that around here?
Not really? Well, I guess I’ll have a beer then. It’ll give me time to brush up on my jokes.
Maybe send out a memo or two.
Oh, yeah. You watch. This is all going to work out.
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