I walked into the garage and my brother was showing "Tito" and "Randy's" mother my old hand-me-down car; a black, 2002 (or 2001) Kia Spectra. (I hate that car. It was a year or two after high school, the car's battery had stopped on me in the middle of an intersection at around 9 p.m. It was embarrassing!) He was trying to sell it to her.
I was feeling anxious that morning. I had gotten a new job at the local hospital. (I just applied there this week.) Already, I had confused my work schedule. I didn't show up the first day! (So, unlike me to miss work, let alone the first day!) It was the second day and I thought I had started at 11:00 a.m.
"Where's Tito?" I asked glancing over at Randy wandering on the other side of the garage.
"He's at home," she replied.
I went back inside the house to double check my schedule.
"I took a sick day yesterday," I said to my brother who was now inside with me. I logged onto the work site.
"Oh my god! I was supposed to start at 6:45 a.m. and leave at 11:00 a.m.!" I was shocked and stared at the screen, thinking how could this be and how dare they schedule me that early. (I'm not a morning person, well at least not for work and I when I worked at "The Happiest Place on Earth" I would sometimes be scheduled 6:30 a.m. shifts. Ugh.)
"I'm just going to take another sick day again. It's late to come in now."
"You already called out two days. If you call out three times they're going to fire you," my brother warned.
It was already close to 11:00 a.m. and I hadn't contacted the hospital yet. "They probably think, I'm a 'no call, no show' and will fire me," I thought panicking. "I'll just submit the sick day now," as I hurried and clicked.
I worked early the next day for work. I subbed for another aide. My co-worker said, "Tito and Randy are absent again." She made a hand gesture over her stomached and whispered," Their mother is having the baby."
"Oh, really? I had a dream about their mom last night. We were trying to sell her our old used car." We laughed.
I was feeling anxious that morning. I had gotten a new job at the local hospital. (I just applied there this week.) Already, I had confused my work schedule. I didn't show up the first day! (So, unlike me to miss work, let alone the first day!) It was the second day and I thought I had started at 11:00 a.m.
"Where's Tito?" I asked glancing over at Randy wandering on the other side of the garage.
"He's at home," she replied.
I went back inside the house to double check my schedule.
"I took a sick day yesterday," I said to my brother who was now inside with me. I logged onto the work site.
"Oh my god! I was supposed to start at 6:45 a.m. and leave at 11:00 a.m.!" I was shocked and stared at the screen, thinking how could this be and how dare they schedule me that early. (I'm not a morning person, well at least not for work and I when I worked at "The Happiest Place on Earth" I would sometimes be scheduled 6:30 a.m. shifts. Ugh.)
"I'm just going to take another sick day again. It's late to come in now."
"You already called out two days. If you call out three times they're going to fire you," my brother warned.
It was already close to 11:00 a.m. and I hadn't contacted the hospital yet. "They probably think, I'm a 'no call, no show' and will fire me," I thought panicking. "I'll just submit the sick day now," as I hurried and clicked.
I worked early the next day for work. I subbed for another aide. My co-worker said, "Tito and Randy are absent again." She made a hand gesture over her stomached and whispered," Their mother is having the baby."
"Oh, really? I had a dream about their mom last night. We were trying to sell her our old used car." We laughed.
- I always get paranoid when I have to wake up early for work. I always think my alarm clock on my phone won't go off. Nights before an early shift, I sometimes dream about being late to work or often times I'm tossing and turning the whole night.
- We definitely need to sell that car. My brother and I have discussed that during one of our recent conversations.
- I really need a second job soon!
0 comments:
Post a Comment