Sounds like someone needs to say No.
You are allowed.
Let them sort out proper staffing and pay.
They just work on the fact people don't like to say no.
Do it. Say no.
Mrs Chopper has learned that word of late, most unlike her.
She was a teacher, but having MS she was particularly vulnetable covid was moved to be the PA to the principal for no loss of pay. Shes happy, regular hours, not having to deal directly with troublesome herberts, lovely.
Or it was. Another senior staff members has dropped some hours and gone part time, fair enough to them for that. However, their workload can no longer be fitted into the reduced working week so the school have tried to dump the excess on Mrs Chopper for no extra pay. Even more galling, the staff member concerned is on a higher pay scale.
So Mrs Chopper said "no". The school didn't like it and HR got a bit arsey and made some unpleasant rumblings, ao she went to the union and they habe given a very emphatic "no" on her behalf, followed by a "see you in tribunal if you try and force the issue."
I told Mrs Chopper to quit. We have no mortgage or loans, other than monthly bills we own no one a penny. We have very healthy savings, she has a police pension as do I, and on top of that I have an injury on duty pension which is tax free (I actually "take home" more than when I was working) so we'd be fine. She whont though. Shes younger tha me and wants to push oh, and shes worried that if she stops the MS will creep up on her. Also the extra cash is hers to spend - she had a bit of a new car havit and doesnt like to pith money away on PCPs or the like, so that means laying down the readies each time. So fair enough, its her decision and my conscience is clear that I have supported her in taking the way out if she wants and shes made her decision.
But it really irks me. How difficult is it to turn up for work and be able to do a job without utter bellendery from an employer? Watching repeats of The Office I have come to realise it isn't a comedy - its a bloody documentary!
Shit.
That’s huge.
So frustrating. I hate losing time in the winter season.
I’m 64 and have a litany of injuries (broken back, collar bones, shoulder, ACL) and although I’m crap at the discipline of recuperative physio I’m in better competitive shape than I was at 30.
Over the years ive done most of the bones on my right foot, nearly all my ribs, right arm, right elbow, right collarbone, and its my right hip thats has plain old worn out. In damp weather im so uncormfortable I can't even sleep on my right hand side, despite having a super comfy and gently supportive water bed.
I grumble, but I get on with it. The last thing a fighter loses is his punch, and any young hotdog who fancies taking over as apex predator will find out that im still dangerous. (Actually, its a crap metaphor as I boxed in the army but was utterly hopeless at it, but you get the idea.)