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There’s been so much going on lately, and much of it I have chosen. Specifically, my new job is taking my evenings and weekends away from my Family, and I do understand this is a busy time of year, but once January rolls around, I will insist on the following: I get no more than 20 hours per week; I do NOT work every single Friday, Saturday AND Sunday in a row ever again; and I get at least 2 days off in a row, instead of just every Monday and Thursday of each week. I’ve already cut my weekend availability to 08:00 – 20:00, effective November 24, 2013, because they have me closing 5 nights a week all this month. It was emotional for me to look at the month of November, and realize I get to tuck my children in only 2 nights per week. I expressed this concern to both my manager and cashier lead, and they explained: “We really make the schedule based on the needs of the department, but it’s good that you let us know.” <insert “Huh?” moment here> I responded with: “It is a challenge to do the schedule each week, I understand. When I was doing the schedule at my old job, at London Drugs, it was always a priority to ensure fairness to each member of the department I was scheduling for, and share evenings, weekends, and days off accordingly.” We will see what happens. I do like my job, but it’s supposed to be a part-time job, and I currently feel like I have no time off at all.
I’m also struggling to find a compassionate doctor who will prescribe medical marihuana for my mother. One of the biggest problems is, it takes so long to get in to see anyone. We had an appointment yesterday that we’d waited four months for, and the doctor was a brick wall. She started her dialogue with announcing she: disagreed with my mother’s diagnosis; she insisted it was dementia and NOT Parkinson’s; and would never prescribe medical marihuana for either condition. It took all my strength to hold my tongue from also announcing: “That’s incredible! My mother was diagnosed 3 years ago with Parkinson’s, seen by 3 Family Doctors (her old doc by her previous residence, the attending Family Physician during her 4-month stay in hospital last year, AND our current Family Doc.), 2 Psychiatrists (the attending and an intern during her hospital stay), a Neurologist (during same hospital stay), Movement Disorder Specialists (in hospital, as well), and several Occupational Therapists (still while in hospital), yet YOU are the first to take issue with the diagnosis? Truly incredible!” Yeah, now I want to puke, because she was a fucking twatwaffle AND a quack!
Honestly, I’m just trying to hang-on to my balloons.