This is a serious question to all you working parents out there: What do you do when your kids get sick?
I need to know how the normal person handles this situation because I can't imagine that every single time one of your kids get sick, you call out of work to take care of them. That's what happens with one of our technicians though. She has 3 kids, and every single time one of them has a sniffle, she has to stay at home and take care of the little cretin. She only works 3 six hour days per week, and I can't even remember the last time she went 3 weeks in a row without calling out at least once.
As you can imagine, a technician constantly calling out in a busy retail pharmacy kind of sucks. In fact, it pretty much screws the rest of the staff. Case in point, the last 2 days, I've had to stay well past when my shift was supposed to end because we were short staffed all day and constantly behind.
This really pisses me off. Why does her kid getting sick mean I have to work my ass off even more than I usually do in order to pick up the slack left by our absent employee? I've written before about how much I hate when people call out sick. However, this is even worse because she's not even sick and calling out. It's her fucking kid!
The kid is 13 years old by the way. I just wanted to give additional context. To me, a 13 year old is perfectly capable of taking care of himself at home for a few hours. I know I did when I was 13. However, her 13 year old isn't allowed to be home alone.
While I'm ranting and raving here, let me state as clearly as I possibly can that I don't care about anyone else's kids. They're not my kids. I don't care what they do. I don't care if they suddenly drop dead. However, despite my not wanting to have anything to do with them, they certainly seem to be able to interfere in my life. If I wanted to worry about and be inconvenienced by kids, I'd have some of my own.
Oh, by the way... Driving kids from one activity to another is not hard work! And every time I hear someone complain about having to spend all day playing taxi for their kids' extra curricular activities, I have to fight the urge to unleash an expletive laced tirade. You think driving a car from one place to another is hard work? TRY MY JOB! Try standing on your feet for 12 straight hours with barely a 10 minute lunch break (if I'm lucky) while trying to do 5 things at the same time with the phone ringing all fucking day long. Carting your fucking kids around would be a goddamn vacation for me.
I'm just tired of this shit. I killed myself at work the past 2 days (and have done so plenty of other times over the past 4 years) simply to cover for someone else. Where is the reward in all of this? Most of those extra hours go unpaid, so it's not like it benefits me financially. I don't get extra time off to compensate for working so damn hard. My job is only as secure as the amount of seniority I have in the company (which isn't a whole lot). There are no promotions, so there's no room for advancement.
You want to know the worst part though? The harder I work, the less everyone else works. I used to think there was such a thing as leading by example. You work hard, and everyone else will see your example and do their best to match it. That doesn't really happen though. If people see me constantly do something, they just assume that I will always do it. Therefore, instead of doing it themselves, they'll just leave it for me to do for them. And I always fucking do because I know it has to be done, and it bothers me to not do the absolute best I can.
I'm telling you... I'm getting closer and closer to the breaking point. If I do snap one of these days, I just hope whatever I do really inconveniences someone who has kids.