Wednesday, April 06, 2005

Why is a Chihuahua not a kid?

The obvious answer: um, hello? But, I'm not that much of a moron. Give me credit. Read on.

I'm talking about the fact that my dog had some allergic reaction to his bath shampoo and kept me up all night (the night before last) scratching and barking. My poor Chopstick was going nuts, baby! He was covered in little itchy welts and at 2:30am, I mustered all of the compassion that I could and plopped my lard ass on the sofa to sleep with him (and attempted to keep him from scratching himself).

So, I arrive at working thinking to myself, "Hmmm...the dog's sick. That sounds like a good opportunity for me to get the hell out of my dead-end least for the afternoon."

I called the Vet and secured a 3:30pm appointment. Perfect. I could leave at 2:30pm-2:45pm and attend to my little baby.

Apparently, dogs aren't seen as dependants where I work. I was denied my "get out of jail free" card by my 'superiors' (and I use the term very losely.)

One of the other Secretaries needed to leave at 3pm to attend her son's baseball game, and her early departure was pre-approved.

What's the big deal, right? She asked first and should be able to leave, right?

Wrong. Dead wrong.

I'm a fag. I don't have kids. I'm not allowed to adopt kids. I'm doing the sex-thing completely wrong and am not creating kids. I don't have kids that play baseball. I don't have kids that get sick.

What I DO have is a sick Chihuahua and burgening desire to leave work early.

My Chihuahua IS MY KID!

While the other co-workers' leave early to attend to their toddlers, gay guys and single girls are left to take up the slack...regardless of their sick puppy, or not.

To this, I say bullshit.

Just one more reason to hate my job.

Why double standards?


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