I just returned from a week's vacation on Lake Superior to be informed by my supervisor that starting today I would be in charge of keeping my factory's on-floor supply room organized, cleaned, and maintained. They've decided that I, the woman in her third trimester, who works her tail off at a desk job, in an entire factory of able-bodied employees, should be the one to incorporate an hour or so a day of bending and lifting into her schedule. Sorry, I'm about to lose it here--ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!? What the hell is wrong with these people???
I am so frustrated right now that I'm near tears, I'm afraid to actually talk to anybody because I'm so angry that I will lose it and dissolve into tears. John's immediate advice is to make it alarming clear exactly HOW pregnant I am by sticking out my rapidly expanding belly and waddling as much as possible.
You know??? I only have a few hours of expendable energy in a day--if they want it expended on that, well, it's that much sooner that I'm going to end up on an FMLA related bed rest that they'll be paying 80% of. Honestly, I can't do 8 full hours a day including 1-2 of physical exertion. I really hate this place. :(
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