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I get two weeks paid vacation, but cannot use this vacation until it accrues.  It takes all year to accrue the time off, which means I’d have to wait until next year in order to actually have two full weeks’ vacation, obviously forgoing at least one full week of vacation this year in order to have that.

A law in MA was created for contract workers (temporary [but permanent] employees).  The contractors can work for the same company for well over ten years and still be considered contract or temporary employees.  This allows the corporation to not have to pay for sick time, paid time off, or family leave and of course no health insurance cause fuck ‘em right.  People breed, there’ll be more workers.

MA Senators saw this as a crime against the worker, rightfully so, and passed a low that contract workers will be allowed to accrue their time off, still no vacations or health benefits cause, fuck ‘em.

Well, the corporation saw this as another way to fuck over their greatest resource, their employees.  Although the law was meant for temporary workers who had no time off, you don’t work you don’t get paid, it ended up encompassing every worker in the state.

Senators in their wisdom, some of them are thinkers, added this clause;

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So when I went to my company’s HR to request a confirmation of their policy they said it was the state’s fault, their hands were tied.  So even though I get two weeks paid vacation a year I will take my first week, mostly unpaid.  The HR rep also confirmed that I’d have to bring over a full week from the year before to actually use my 2 weeks a year.  I recall signing a contract giving me these two weeks within the calendar year – and I guess, like a sociopath holding a kitten underwater to drink, I will accrue my two weeks’ vacation exactly one pay period before the end of the year.

…or I could lose my job and call the attorney general to throw some education at this company.

What would you do?

Janas Rink Misogyny 83′

Posted: December 6, 2016 in Biographical, tantrum

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Lead coach:  Line up, line up.

Everyone lined up against the wall in the rink in full gear from a skirmish on the ice.  I cut my blades into the frozen water and kicked up some ice chips on my team mate next to me.  He laughed and punched me in the shoulder.  I just wanted to get out on the ice and check a few bodies into the sides and pass the puck or maybe even score.

LC:  We have a couple girls among us

For the first time in my life, I didn’t know what that meant, but it sounded ominous.

TM:  Who’s the girl?

He asked me.  I shrugged, hoping maybe – maybe it wouldn’t be me.

LC:  Genevieve

I hung my head in shame.  I moved out of the line after being called up and was forced to stand in between my coach and assistant coach.  Gasps could be heard from the line.

TMs: That’s a girl, she plays so hard, no way

I locked eyes with my cousin, the only other girl there; she looked down praying I’d not mention her gender.  By this time, I was trying to fight back tears, I couldn’t cry, I couldn’t betray my sex with weakness, not now.  At this time the figure skating group was starting to take over the ice.  The Barbie doll outfits, pink on pink with long well kempt blonde hair and a white wash of skin.  They came out like a sickening Pepto-Bismol army, sliding with their egg crates in front, struggling to keep their stance and show off their ballerina skills.

LC:  We cannot have girls on our team – girls do not play hockey they figure skate.

He pointed at the incoming pink mass as if I could miss it.  I looked back to the line, their black gear and helmets, their sticks and heavy skates.  These were warriors that played a game to hone their skills until the time came to use them.  The ice dancers, beautiful in their own rights, did not fit into who I am.  I am no ice dancer, I have no finesses, I am not a fine instrument, I am a blunt tool, rugged, durable, and powerful.  He could see I was visibly distressed, this caused the line to become distressed.  Until that moment I was considered to be one of the best of them and many cheered when I was picked for their team.  I argued my stance and shocked my coaches with my lack of A) remote desire to join the tutu brigade and B) how I spoke with reason and sense.

They tried to backpedal, claiming it wasn’t their decisions but it was the simple fact that the hockey team used the men’s locker room and the figure skating used the women’s locker room.  I offered to change in the women’s locker room and skate out to meet them on the ice.  Their logic failed at every turn and finally I was told…

LC: Enough. Girls shouldn’t be playing hockey.

I flipped them the bird, in gloved hands so not sure how much of the middle finger I managed to get up as I skated off.  I hated the color pink for almost twenty years after that.  I was a little sad as I watched my younger brother excel in hockey to the point of earning a scholarship at UMASS Lowell.  I used to wonder – could that have helped me pay for college… as I paid down my student loans.