I was scheduled for a short day on Thursday, because I worked 11 hours on Wednesday, and was off today because I facilitated a program this evening and am working tomorrow. On Thursday morning I had a staff member call out sick, so I worked extra but still left midday. The same person called out today, so even though I was off I called to make sure we had enough coverage, and was assured that it was all covered. I popped in before my lunch date to grab the film for my program tonight and was told this by one of my staff:
We are really short staffed today. You may want to stay and work or pretend you weren't here and go.
I was slightly speechless. I just nodded and walked away. Even if I gave my blood to this job, it wouldn't be enough. Days off are sacred to me. I didn't feel as if I needed to justify her comment by telling her that I was assured that staffing was adequate. My heart pounded for about 20 minutes. I felt like Yosemite Sam. I am tired of not being respected, of dragging myself weekly to a job which is becoming little more than a weekly paycheck. I don't feel inspired, or impassioned. I feel distracted and resentful. But, until something better comes along I will stay.