I like to think that I am a person who is always ready to help people out when they need it. I am always accommodating to people I work with and with anyone else who needs a favour. However, in recent times I wonder if I am too nice for my own good a lot of the time.
See the thing is, when people I work with are sick, I’m happy to accommodate them, even if I wish it wasn’t happening. In some cases I have had to work on my own with my manager as there is nobody else who can cover (we’re pretty stretched as it is staff wise where we work). However, whenever I am ill I find myself having to go into work even if it’s clear I am not fit to be there most of the time. This was particularly true when my knee problem was at its worst. I would be limping everywhere, bending down to get something from a lower shelf was painful and I would have to hold on to the worktop to be able to have a chance of getting back up again. I felt like I would be bollocked if I so much as asked if I could go home and rest up, despite it being clear I was in pain. If it was a day I had to open up (which is pretty much every day at the minute), I feared that I would have to get my parents to go round with the keys as the person who could open up didn’t have them. And if one person was sick and you were too, guess who was the one who had to just go in and put up with it?
And now today, I am faced with the prospect of having to do much of my shift on my own with management tomorrow as the person in question phoned me to say she wasn’t coming in. And someone else might not be coming in either as they have an appointment. It just also happens to be the day I’m in half a day and I can’t really stay until the other afternoon person comes. I’m hoping that someone will be able to do me a favour, but I don’t know if they can,or will. If they are unable to, then fine. It’s just annoying that the company I work for seems to think that we can work on a bare minimum number of staff, yet make us do everything in our power to get more business. And among it all, some of us lose out more than others.
I guess I do have the word “mug” on my forehead. I wish I could scrub it off easily.