To catch up I have the next week off.
Through I suppose that the correct term is unemployed.
Anyways, don’t freak out too much. I have already lined up a cushy job at a jewelry store beginning the 13th.
So how did this all come about you ask?? Well let me tell you…..
In today’s day and age, we women have the freedom to vote, to work, to wear trousers, and to procreate. We can even do some of these at the same time. We can wear trousers to work, we can take time out of our work day to vote, we can procreate at work (we all know someone), we can wear trousers while voting and so on. Mind you, wearing trousers while procreating at work after just having voted can pose a few challenges (skirts have proven to be far more accessible for instance).
Regardless, it seems that despite how far our civil liberties have come, and how equal they claim to be, some employers still are not too keen on the pregnant woman in the work place.
Take for example me.
July 19 2010 approximately half past three:
I am unpregnant and considered fully qualified to be given the responsibilities of management. I am handed the training manuals and told that upon my return I will be made a manager in training.
August 6th approximately half past too much alcohol:
“Sperm, meet egg…. Egg, this is sperm. You had better get to know one another because you will spend the next 9 months in here with limited entertainment, not to mention that we are now officially into the prohibition days. No I swear, Your going to love Folic acid. It’s just as fun I tell ya!”
August 19th 2010 approximately half past 4:
The Bitch… I mean the boss calls and says “For what its worth, I have given you management training hours, so if I find out your pregnant I am going to be pissed.” I decide given the equality for women in the work place today honesty is the best policy.
August 25th 2010 approximately half past sanity:
I realize I am being railroaded and suddenly given reasons I am ‘no longer competent at my job’ and told that I will not be making management. No reasons are given. No justifications besides the gossip of trusted coworkers regarding The Bitches… I mean my bosses disgust of pregnancy and the family woman.
August 27th 2010 about the time I fully decided I have been discriminated against which is ironic given my plans to courteously suggest I delay my training until it is more beneficial to the company (see previous post for proof):
I give my two weeks notice.
September 3rd 2010 approximately one week after I have spent the whole week covering the bitches ass and playing the role of manager despite not getting paid for it, because she has an inconvenient case of irritable bowel syndrome:I call my District Manager and tell her that I change my mind about the two weeks and that between her and the Bitch, they will have to make arrangements for the following week. (I believe it’s called Imodium).
So for now my only solaces (since I can no longer drink) include debating calling the human rights tribunal and hoping the bitch spends most of her day trying not to poop her pants.
I’m sick I know.
:)
Through I suppose that the correct term is unemployed.
Anyways, don’t freak out too much. I have already lined up a cushy job at a jewelry store beginning the 13th.
So how did this all come about you ask?? Well let me tell you…..
In today’s day and age, we women have the freedom to vote, to work, to wear trousers, and to procreate. We can even do some of these at the same time. We can wear trousers to work, we can take time out of our work day to vote, we can procreate at work (we all know someone), we can wear trousers while voting and so on. Mind you, wearing trousers while procreating at work after just having voted can pose a few challenges (skirts have proven to be far more accessible for instance).
Regardless, it seems that despite how far our civil liberties have come, and how equal they claim to be, some employers still are not too keen on the pregnant woman in the work place.
Take for example me.
July 19 2010 approximately half past three:
I am unpregnant and considered fully qualified to be given the responsibilities of management. I am handed the training manuals and told that upon my return I will be made a manager in training.
August 6th approximately half past too much alcohol:
“Sperm, meet egg…. Egg, this is sperm. You had better get to know one another because you will spend the next 9 months in here with limited entertainment, not to mention that we are now officially into the prohibition days. No I swear, Your going to love Folic acid. It’s just as fun I tell ya!”
August 19th 2010 approximately half past 4:
The Bitch… I mean the boss calls and says “For what its worth, I have given you management training hours, so if I find out your pregnant I am going to be pissed.” I decide given the equality for women in the work place today honesty is the best policy.
August 25th 2010 approximately half past sanity:
I realize I am being railroaded and suddenly given reasons I am ‘no longer competent at my job’ and told that I will not be making management. No reasons are given. No justifications besides the gossip of trusted coworkers regarding The Bitches… I mean my bosses disgust of pregnancy and the family woman.
August 27th 2010 about the time I fully decided I have been discriminated against which is ironic given my plans to courteously suggest I delay my training until it is more beneficial to the company (see previous post for proof):
I give my two weeks notice.
September 3rd 2010 approximately one week after I have spent the whole week covering the bitches ass and playing the role of manager despite not getting paid for it, because she has an inconvenient case of irritable bowel syndrome:I call my District Manager and tell her that I change my mind about the two weeks and that between her and the Bitch, they will have to make arrangements for the following week. (I believe it’s called Imodium).
So for now my only solaces (since I can no longer drink) include debating calling the human rights tribunal and hoping the bitch spends most of her day trying not to poop her pants.
I’m sick I know.
:)