Work today
Feb. 4th, 2012 09:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
monkey5sFor a Saturday with LEGO club, it wasn't bad. Oh, I still had to sit down, painfully, more than once. Rover-1 is grueling for me that way, even on the less-intense days. Today the boss did OK until about 11:30, then he started feeling sore. I think he's finally understanding that the doctor really was serious when he told him it would take a good 6 weeks to fully recover from the hernia surgery.
Tonight was the Library Lovers Nite [sic] party. I was going to just stay through from the end of work to the party, as usual. In the past I've tried to help with the set-up, though I don't sign up to cover shifts since it's too difficult for me to do the standing around and carrying things from the back. But today, the boss got the schedule for next week done just as we closed. He was putting them into everyone's mailboxes, and I had him hand one over the desk to me, to post at the workstation I was using. I looked at it, and squawked "Rover-1 EVERY DAY I WORK? Not even Rover-2, Rover-1?!" He told me he was working on making the rover shifts shorter. Well, not for me. Every shift I have is 4 hours- just exactly like I have been having. Only, you know, I "only" had three Rover-1 shifts this past week, and then two days of Rover-2.
To say I was unhappy would be a bit of an understatement. I ended up just sitting there, at the computer, looking at Knitty patterns online for the entire time between getting off work and when we needed to go to the meeting room for the group photo that one of our imminent retirees asked us to have done. I was also fairly surly for the photo, but that's not unusual.
I contemplated just going home after that, but I went down to the magazine room to check on the jigsaw puzzle, and stayed there for almost an hour. I did, even, manage to get a few pieces linked. We had one teen who was like a machine, he was so sharp at it. But he left when the Middle School Jazz Band started up, so I bet he had a friend playing.
Then I went home.
And I can tell that Monday I will have to pursue retirement planning with OPERS. Because the idea of facing crippling pain every single fucking day I come to work is too depressing- and angering, really- to deal with anymore.
Tonight was the Library Lovers Nite [sic] party. I was going to just stay through from the end of work to the party, as usual. In the past I've tried to help with the set-up, though I don't sign up to cover shifts since it's too difficult for me to do the standing around and carrying things from the back. But today, the boss got the schedule for next week done just as we closed. He was putting them into everyone's mailboxes, and I had him hand one over the desk to me, to post at the workstation I was using. I looked at it, and squawked "Rover-1 EVERY DAY I WORK? Not even Rover-2, Rover-1?!" He told me he was working on making the rover shifts shorter. Well, not for me. Every shift I have is 4 hours- just exactly like I have been having. Only, you know, I "only" had three Rover-1 shifts this past week, and then two days of Rover-2.
To say I was unhappy would be a bit of an understatement. I ended up just sitting there, at the computer, looking at Knitty patterns online for the entire time between getting off work and when we needed to go to the meeting room for the group photo that one of our imminent retirees asked us to have done. I was also fairly surly for the photo, but that's not unusual.
I contemplated just going home after that, but I went down to the magazine room to check on the jigsaw puzzle, and stayed there for almost an hour. I did, even, manage to get a few pieces linked. We had one teen who was like a machine, he was so sharp at it. But he left when the Middle School Jazz Band started up, so I bet he had a friend playing.
Then I went home.
And I can tell that Monday I will have to pursue retirement planning with OPERS. Because the idea of facing crippling pain every single fucking day I come to work is too depressing- and angering, really- to deal with anymore.
