I'm the kind of person who is cursed with being conscientious. Most people don't give a fuck or have the ability to be carefree without guilt. How I envy you.
AFter being off work for a week, due to illness, I start to feel a bit anxious that my work is piling up. In my head, I see myself as a valued member of the team, the company suffering a crushing blow with my absence, my boss realizing how truly wonderful I am.... OK OK so I'm having a fucking fantasy.
Let's go back a day: Friday I email to get a door access code so I could enter the building on the weekend. Guess my mistake, having been at death's door for 5 days, was that I did not cc my supervisor. When I get to the office Saturday my access code doesn't work. I don't actually think anything of it as most things at my job are fucking broken.
Saturday- At my desk maybe 1/2 hr when the security person brings me a note asking me to call the big boss. The ever so charming DW. WTF?? I have a brief freaking out moment- putting it all together- the denied door code, the note from the boss- OMG are they firing me? For being away sick??
I call DW and his first words are "Why are you in the office? We denied you access..." Holy Fucking Shit Storm. I didn't get that email. Since I didn't cc my supervisor regarding the weekend access my beloved employers thought I was of questionable sinister character. Thanks for thinking I'm an evil accounting terrorist. Did you think I was going to take all the pencils and snap them in half???
Looking back, in my state of dizziness I emailed from my casual email and that's the email they responded to. I had only been checking my other account - my business email. The conversation left me feeling uncomfortable and, well rather un liked. I quickly called it a day. Can hardly wait for Monday...
