| 16th August 2011: Don't Call Me A Liar Those who know me, know I have a short temper. Sometimes. I can take a lot of crap from a lot of people - I have to, I work in retail. But there are some things that push my buttons, and those things only need a slight nudge and I blow up. Being Autistic, if someone calls me stupid, or an idiot, I blow. I was called an idiot and stupid all through school, from the first day right up until the GCSE retakes in my 2nd year od college. One of my lecturers in my A-Levels also called an idea of mine idiotic - a Visual Basic overlay for Windows to turn it into something else - ala what most checkouts these days have. Not idiotic, ahead of it's time. But I digress. The other thing I hate being called is a liar. I don't lie often, and if I do I have a really good reason for it. So, a couple of days ago I phoned in sick to work. I spent the night at a friend's house on Friday because we were going to OggCamp on Saturday then I was coming back Saturday evening, working, and then going back to OggCamp on Sunday. In the end, none of that happened because in the early hours of Saturday morning, I was in residence in his toilet being sick. And I had the chronic runs. So around half 8 in the morning I phone up work, told them the deal, and in not so many words got called a liar by The Boss. I mean seriously? What the fuck is wrong with the world? The Boss said my story was inconsistent because a) I was sick and I am never sick, b) I was staying at a friend's house and c) I was calling really early. On the first point, he is right. I am never sick. This is the first time in 4 years I've had a day off sick. But like I said to him, when I get sick, it's bad. My rule is if I can't get up, I'm not going in. Insane amounts of vomit, runs and stomach cramps pretty much cover that. Then there is the second point - staying at a friend's house. Ugh. I am not the most social person in the world. I have 2 friends. One lives in Andover and one lives in my town. The friend in Andover is the one I stayed with and crashed on his sofa. Because me having a friend, let alone one who would let me sleep on his sofa is implausable, right? As for the calling early, I did that out of courtesy. I wanted to give them the most time possible to make calls and find someone to cover my shift. But instead, I got told I should have called at 2pm or 8pm because I might have felt better. Oh, and FYI Boss - I wouldn't call in sick just for a day off, I'm too much of a "company man" for that, or at least I was until Saturday. Well, on the off chance that The Boss or someone from The Company is reading this; I have two words for you. Fuck. That. I sent my friend to OggCamp. He went, he made notes, he brought notes back which I read on my Kindle. And I am now FAR more aware of what I need to do. Permalink | E-Cig / Quitting Smoking Motivation: Shoppers: Look for things Loading My Latest Tweets:Blogs I Like: V And A In Milan Ser Crafty The Everywhereist By Ken Levine Get Rich Slowly If you want to be added, I like intelligent bloggers who update regularly |
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