I got the battery sorted – finally. They gave me a different brand (the chap wasn’t too happy looking but it was his fault!). Came home and fitted it ok and the car started like a dream. One problem solved. Now for the warrant in the weekend.
But, I am not happy. Two things:
I was really looking forward to a belly dancing dinner tomorrow night. I made the mistake of mentioning it to a colleague. He said a former colleague was in town and wanted to arrange a group dinner with her. I then said sorry I have other plans and went on to mention them – big mistake. What does he do? Books a table for a group of about 6 or so from work at the same restaurant the belly dancing is at. So what’s the problem, you ask. We don’t just eat at belly dancing dinners – we dance. I am NOT ready to dance in front of colleagues – especially ones that like to give you a hard time about anything personal to you (eg potential boyfriends). I cannot enjoy dancing when I know there are a bunch of smirking co-workers watching my every move.
So there goes a pleasant evening. I refuse to go.
Two: I asked for Monday off because I’m visiting my brother in the weekend. Boss is away next week though so we’re ‘short-staffed’ but at a very quiet time of year. She refused, saying that N would then be on his own. How many times have I been on my own when N takes a day off or a week off? Countless times I’ve ‘held the fort’ and that was during busy times! I was so pissed off. Out of spite I’m considering taking a ‘sickie’.
I’m not *&%$ing impressed.