Mandatory Overtime

OOOH, SCARY!!

Not really a big deal, but it's just another one of THOSE THINGS that bother me.

• Overtime bothers me, because I don't consider it my time to give away.
• Children's books on tape or those new electronic "read along" things bother me. Sit on your butt and read to your kid. PERIOD. How did I get a reading kid? By being a reading adult.
• Along that line, don't buy children's books at Wal-Mart! They're crap. If you can't go to an actual bookstore, go to a library. If you want to buy, and don't want to or can't go to an actual bookstore, go to Target. They have a better selection of children's literature.
• Pick up your baby. Don't just stick a bottle in it's face while it sits in an infant carrier or stroller.
• Throw your trash IN THE TRASH! Not in the sink. Not on the kitchen table. Not on an end table.
• Flush. I'd add to put the toilet seat down, but that's a lost cause.

Those are the things that come to mind right now. And that's because they've threatened me with mandatory overtime here at work. Something like 4 hours, not a big deal, but it still bothers me. With Randy being in SO much pain, I don't like even being AT work, much less working over. Like today, I called him at lunch to see if his prescription was ready at the doctor's (one of those prescriptions that have to be written out every month), and, if so, if he had picked it up. OH MY GOD! I can't describe how he sounded, except I felt I needed to be home RIGHT THEN. He was beyond even the zombie mode. Needless to say, no he didn't pick up his prescription, but today is one of the days the doctor's office has after hours and I'll pick it up after work. All I could think is that he needed to be in an emergency room, being pumped full of drugs. He wasn't like this before the accident. Yes, he was still in pain all the time, but it was manageable. This zombie and beyond-zombie stuff just curls my toes. It's turned my husband from mostly active to partially home-bound (he told me yesterday, at his mom's, checking out her computer, he was in so much pain he cried - and that was just getting up out of a chair). Yes this would have happened eventually, but over time, not all at once.

They'll just have to make me. They're lucky I come to work at all.