All I want to do is take a nice, off-peak holiday at the coast with my girlfriend early next year.
Is that too much to ask?
Apparently.
My leave request for the two weeks I wanted was rejected. The only time I can have off is at the end of March, which is dangerously close to school holidays. Which means accommodation gets more expensive – in some places by more than a factor of ten.
Besides which it’s getting close to autumn, so the weather isn’t ideal.
I am becoming increasingly disgruntled. I’ve been under quite a lot of pressure here lately, which is fine. I can live with them putting me on 24-hour stand-by, as long as they give me broadband access from my laptop and as long as there is someone to cover for me when I’m on stage, on the paintball court, or doing something undisturbable with my parmaqqay.
But now they’re dictating my personal life – preventing me from taking leave when I choose to. That just pisses me off.
A considerable raise had best be forthcoming in the near future… this job is fast becoming more of a burden than an asset. It may be time to consider getting a new one. Then they will have to get someone new to cover support.
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