Is that a word?

I am feeling disillusioned tonight. It is a combination of a lot of things and part of the reason why I haven’t been blogging. Something comes up for renewal in July - I think my hosting. I may have to give up the domain blogging and move to another format. A free one. I’m really digging vox’s setup, it is cool. But I love wordpress.

Anyway, I digress. Disillusioned.

I have watched as my husband has worked at the same place for almost two years. I have watched as he worked seven days a week when they were building the place, I have watched as he worked seven days a week after it first opened and business was booming, and I have watched as he worked second shift in most all of this time.

I listened when he got the job as he told me that he would have to work mostly nights but they were going to provide health insurance, and he would get Sundays off, and would get to work some days during the week so he had a few nights off.

I have watched and listened (and bitched) while he kept hounding his employer to provide him with the health insurance they promised. It took them about 9 months to get it for him.

We then were excited when they hired someone younger, but with prior experience, who would be trained so that he could have more days off. This would ensure that he got more time off; then maybe he could see his children more (who live 4 hours away).

So, what is going on there now?

My husband works six days per week. Still. He gets to work ONE day per week. His day off is supposed to be Saturdays.

The guy they hired to be his “backup” so he could get more time off? Well, that little jerk, who is not married, is single, and has no one to be responsible for but himself - he gets to work mostly 11 - 7. He gets two days off per week. Whenever he decides that he wants Saturday off, he usually gets it, which means my husband has to go in because the manager will not give up working during the day on Saturday to work that night. The manager’s schedule NEVER alters for anyone who wants time off, but my husband’s does.

The little jerk gets his way because for some reason, they don’t want him to quit. He whines that he wants to leave early on a daily basis. The little jerk was supposed to open the store one morning but didn’t show up - so who did they call? My husband, after closing the night before and getting home after midnight. Has to go up there at the crack of dawn to open the place. Meanwhile, the little jerk comes dragging in at noon and gets away with it. And from what I understand, he has done this more than once.

So, we have been married 3 months now and we get one day off together and one evening a week. That is it unless I can stay awake until he gets home at around midnight, which doesn’t always work. And if it does, I can only stay awake for an hour at most or I’m dragging at work the next day.

My husband was promised Saturday was his day off, and next week he gets Friday off (when I’m at work) and has to work Saturday night. We had hoped to get out of town but now, that isn’t going to happen. All because the little jerk wants the weekend off, and of course, he is going to get it.

The last time my husband got the weekend off was when we got married. The time before that? I couldn’t even TELL you when he got a full weekend off. He can’t even get a full one off to see his kids - he has to arrange to do the drop off/ pick up so the can get back in time for work on SUNDAY evening.

And since my husband works evening, he gets stuck with the high schoolers who work part time, who are spoiled by their parents, and don’t want to work. I’ve already made one of them mad because she rolled her eyes behind his back - but I saw. And I told. She shouldn’t have been so stupid. At any rate, the manager gets the employees who will work as compared to my husband getting the ones who don’t want to work.

I’m just down. I hate my new job, I miss my old one and my old boss, I hate my husband’s job and the fact that they seem to care more about losing a lazy 20 year old jack ass than showing how much they appreciate my husband by NOT taking his promised day off away from him…

I won’t even go into the family stuff that has me down.

wish in one hand and crap in the other huh.