My other half caught the rona last week. He works for a place that delivers packages, so his bosses tried to get him to keep coming to work because they "needed" him, even going so far as to try to say that his rapid test result didn't count because they are always false positives.
So, because he's my other half, I get a lovely 10 day quarantine, which so far I have spent alternating between paranoia that I'll get the rona, catching up on all the sleep I've lost as a person who has to work at 6am, playing the video games I haven't had time for because I work 10 hour shifts, and just in general trying to regain the mental balance that had been slowly slipping for the last few months.
But, today I realized something. My "family"...my fellow managers and crew who care SO much about each other.....none of them have texted to ask how my hubs is doing. Other than a text right at the beginning asking if I'm gonna get tested, none have asked how I'm doing, or if I am sick, or even if I'm ever coming back. It's like I've been forgotten.
I have been at my place of employment for long enough that I had started to fall for the rhetoric. I cared deeply about my crew and fellow management. I don't think I care quite as much anymore.....
Not sure why I got hit with a downbear, but meh. I do wanna state that I do care about my crew either way. Most of them don't have my cell number. As for a union, don't I wish. But, I work for a multinational fast food franchise, so I wouldn't even know where to start...Honestly, if I did have a union and could have some workplace power, I'd be mandating breaks and increasing labor hours so we aren't always running on the bare minimum...then maybe I wouldn't have been trying to have a mental breakdown in the first place. Either way, I miss my crew, but I'm salty as fuck with my fellow managers right now...
it's just one downbear, probably a crank who is downbearing everything. Just look at the upbears :heart-sickle:
Yeah I know...just feeling kinda iffy rn so it made me a little grumpy