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So, earlier this week, the stars aligned and I realized that if I didn't volunteer for any extra bullshit this weekend, then I would have enough time to go and get my car.
I called my grandmother, who is the linchpin in this whole plan, asking if she was still willing to come and get me. Her answer was a resounding yes, so I hopped into action, sending in an e-mailed request for time off. Our plan is for her to come down on Thursday and spend the night, as I'm on duty until 8am on Friday. We would then leave on Friday morning and I would spend the weekend learning how to drive my car. I would then drive from there to home, where I would get my Florida tag. I would then come back either Monday or Tuesday.
This is the plan. Except.
Our ultra-superior has been working as out direct superior, in the absence of our HD, my arch nemesis from my old RA job. But that HD is apparently now back and in business, so all time-off requests have been forwarded to her. I'm like, "... Fine, okay."
Except that I haven't heard anything back since then. Not a word. I haven't even seen the woman.
Wondering if she had received the e-mail, I taped a note on her office door, detailing what was going down. A note which has been there for a full day and a half.
What we have here is a failure to communicate. I'm hoping that someone get's their rear in gear before my grandmother arrives tomorrow, because if not, I'm making this real easy. I am leaving in two days, with or without approval. I did my part in this, and I am not derailing my plans because my sonuvabitch absentee boss can't find her ass with two hands and a GPS.
I have not had a day off since the start of March. And I really fucking want my car.
I called my grandmother, who is the linchpin in this whole plan, asking if she was still willing to come and get me. Her answer was a resounding yes, so I hopped into action, sending in an e-mailed request for time off. Our plan is for her to come down on Thursday and spend the night, as I'm on duty until 8am on Friday. We would then leave on Friday morning and I would spend the weekend learning how to drive my car. I would then drive from there to home, where I would get my Florida tag. I would then come back either Monday or Tuesday.
This is the plan. Except.
Our ultra-superior has been working as out direct superior, in the absence of our HD, my arch nemesis from my old RA job. But that HD is apparently now back and in business, so all time-off requests have been forwarded to her. I'm like, "... Fine, okay."
Except that I haven't heard anything back since then. Not a word. I haven't even seen the woman.
Wondering if she had received the e-mail, I taped a note on her office door, detailing what was going down. A note which has been there for a full day and a half.
What we have here is a failure to communicate. I'm hoping that someone get's their rear in gear before my grandmother arrives tomorrow, because if not, I'm making this real easy. I am leaving in two days, with or without approval. I did my part in this, and I am not derailing my plans because my sonuvabitch absentee boss can't find her ass with two hands and a GPS.
I have not had a day off since the start of March. And I really fucking want my car.
