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2003-12-18 Where's the Christmas Spirit? I honestly wonder where the Christmas spirit has gone. Two separate situations today taught me that people can be real shits, the season be-damned. First, my mom had asked her company for her 4% vacation pay since she's going to be on holidays until January 5th as of tomorrow. It's not technically much of a vacation since the company is closed from next Tuesday until the 5th anyway, but she figured that way she'd have a couple extra days to get ready before we head up north. The guy in charge of deciding whether or not to give the 4% told her today that since she hasn't been there an entire year, she isn't going to get it since it's "part of the company policy". Uh-huh. Apparently they've been giving a bunch of people every excuse in the book not to give the money, which translates to me that the company is probably in a bit of trouble, and they're trying to save money wherever they can. My mom told the guy that she was counting on that money for the 2 weeks the place is closed. She explained to him that my dad is handicapped and only gets a disability check once a month that goes towards rent and other bills, but he didn't budge. He told her that she shouldn't have counted on the vacation pay. This is an asshole who's a fucking millionaire, so what does he care? She was planning on not bothering to pick up the pay for this week's work until she went back to work in January and then we could've left for up north earlier, which would've been helpful especially if they end up forecasting bad weather. Now she's figuring that she'll have to go in on Tuesday to pick it up. And knowing them, they'll make her wait until some time in the afternoon so that we'll end up leaving here late. Nice. Real fucking nice. You have no idea how much I'd love to give this prick a piece of my mind. * She told me this as we were getting out of the parking lot at the subway. I usually pick her up on Thursdays when I'm not working so that I can take her to the bank to cash her check. The roads were pretty bad thanks to yesterday's storm, but I figured that as long as I went slowly, we'd be okay. Yeah. Until we got to the road and had to stop. When I put my foot back down on the gas, the tires started to spin because I was stuck on a piece of ice. We were going nowhere. I wanted to get into the other lane since it looked a bit better, but being rush-hour, it was next to impossible to get over. All I needed was a little nudge, but do you think anyone stopped to offer some help? Nope. Cars passed by, people looking out their fucking windows as they went. It was blatantly obvious what was wrong, what with the tires spinning and my four-way flashers going, but not one single person was willing to step out of their cars to try to push while I steered (my mom doesn't drive so I didn't really want her behind the wheel while I pushed, and I don't think either of us are strong enough to push anyway, especially on an incline). Finally, one kind soul in the other lane stopped and motioned for me to come over. I did and then we were on our way. One person. Out of maybe forty cars that passed us. Yup. The Christmas spirit has gone right out the window. I'm not one to believe that everyone in small towns are saints, but that's one situation when you wish you were in one, because chances are, someone would stop to help out. It's one of the things I hate about big cities - no one wants to go out of their way to help anyone else. Anyway. Enough bitching. I'm going to listen to some more blues and work on my book. |
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