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mousmeI had a very nice dream last night. I was at work and looking at my calendar, and I realised as I looked that, thanks to a particularly cunning juxtaposition of statutory holidays and a day or so that I had taken off, I had two whole weeks' vacation coming up. It was a very pleasant surprise, unexpected as it was, and so I immediately set about updating all my computer documents so that the person replacing me would be able to keep up with my work.
It's been a long time since I've been disappointed that a dream wasn't really true. Oh well. I do have two long weekends coming up, although the Bank is being weird and not doing two four-day weeks in a row like everyone else in the universe. They're giving us the 23rd of June off (for all my non-Quebecker LJ friends, the 24th of June is a national holiday in our province) and the 3rd of July (July 1st being Canada Day). Why they didn't give us, say, the 23rd and the 30th, or the 26th and the 3rd, is beyond me. I figure it's Bank-related wankage ("Oh noes! We can't have the employees have two four-day weeks! It might raise morale unduly!"), but I'm not complaining. I still get two days off, paid by my agency (though not in full, due to agency-related wankage: they claim I get a "pro rata" based on the hours I worked in the previous month that doesn't add up to 7.5 hours. I'm sorry, but if I worked full-time for the previous month, then their stupid "pro rata" should reflect that. *grr*), and time off is a good thing.
I wouldn't be nearly so irked at my job if I had any kind of job security and benefits, truly. I like the people I work with, and as I mentioned, the work isn't stressful. I have enough breathing space to write, to write LJ posts, and otherwise not feel like I'm in a pressure-cooker. Granted, it's a bit boring, but I'd be willing to put up with boredom in return for insurance and paid vacation time. As it is, I get neither, so I'm a little bitter.
It's not even that I'm bitter about not having benefits. I wasn't that bitter about it while I was at Erb (although I was a little bitter by the end). It's that this job was promised to me in March of 2005, and no one has seen fit to follow through. "Two weeks" does not mean a year and a half, the way I reckon the passage of time. It means fourteen days. That's why I'm bitter about it. I feel like I'm constantly wasting my time, because all the time I spend here will count for nothing the day the Bank actually hires me. It'll be as though I'm a brand-new employee. So I get to go through yet another three-month "trial period" before I can get any type of insurance, and it'll be a year after the three-month trial period is over before I'm even eligible to be on the vacation roster, at which point I get last pick of available time off because I won't have any seniority. So, best case scenario, if I were to be hired tomorrow (which won't happen because "nothing is going to change" before the end of summer), I wouldn't get a paid vacation until early 2008.
If I'm dreaming about work, it means it's time for a vacation. I'm not sure when I'll be able to take time off, but I'm definitely going to aim for this summer. Obviously, I can't afford it, but if I can get the Parental Units to agree to co-sign a loan with me, as I mentioned, I will take out the extra bit of money to get me through two weeks, and take the time off anyway. I think I'll split up the two weeks, as well. One week in July, one week in August. For one thing, I don't think my boss would let me take two concurrent weeks (and I shudder to think of the filing that would pile up), and also![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fearsclave mentioned that our friend April will be coming to visit sometime this summer, and I'd like some of my time off to coincide with her visit.
At this point I'm willing to take the financial hit in order to get some time off. If only so I don't burn out and go crazy, and potentially screw up my chances to continue being a productive member of society. The reason the "Normes du Travail" insist that employees get a minimum of two weeks' vacation in a year is because most people need at least that much time off so they don't become complete wrecks. So.
Okay, enough bitching about work and my lack of time off. The filing proceeds apace, The One Form awaits my pleasure, and I have bills and a circulation file to prepare.
This weekend is Father's Day. We missed Mother's Day due to the Parental Units' haring off to Europe, so we may be combining the two. I'm pondering the possibility of baking something/cooking something for Sunday and surprising them with it. We shall see.
It's been a long time since I've been disappointed that a dream wasn't really true. Oh well. I do have two long weekends coming up, although the Bank is being weird and not doing two four-day weeks in a row like everyone else in the universe. They're giving us the 23rd of June off (for all my non-Quebecker LJ friends, the 24th of June is a national holiday in our province) and the 3rd of July (July 1st being Canada Day). Why they didn't give us, say, the 23rd and the 30th, or the 26th and the 3rd, is beyond me. I figure it's Bank-related wankage ("Oh noes! We can't have the employees have two four-day weeks! It might raise morale unduly!"), but I'm not complaining. I still get two days off, paid by my agency (though not in full, due to agency-related wankage: they claim I get a "pro rata" based on the hours I worked in the previous month that doesn't add up to 7.5 hours. I'm sorry, but if I worked full-time for the previous month, then their stupid "pro rata" should reflect that. *grr*), and time off is a good thing.
I wouldn't be nearly so irked at my job if I had any kind of job security and benefits, truly. I like the people I work with, and as I mentioned, the work isn't stressful. I have enough breathing space to write, to write LJ posts, and otherwise not feel like I'm in a pressure-cooker. Granted, it's a bit boring, but I'd be willing to put up with boredom in return for insurance and paid vacation time. As it is, I get neither, so I'm a little bitter.
It's not even that I'm bitter about not having benefits. I wasn't that bitter about it while I was at Erb (although I was a little bitter by the end). It's that this job was promised to me in March of 2005, and no one has seen fit to follow through. "Two weeks" does not mean a year and a half, the way I reckon the passage of time. It means fourteen days. That's why I'm bitter about it. I feel like I'm constantly wasting my time, because all the time I spend here will count for nothing the day the Bank actually hires me. It'll be as though I'm a brand-new employee. So I get to go through yet another three-month "trial period" before I can get any type of insurance, and it'll be a year after the three-month trial period is over before I'm even eligible to be on the vacation roster, at which point I get last pick of available time off because I won't have any seniority. So, best case scenario, if I were to be hired tomorrow (which won't happen because "nothing is going to change" before the end of summer), I wouldn't get a paid vacation until early 2008.
If I'm dreaming about work, it means it's time for a vacation. I'm not sure when I'll be able to take time off, but I'm definitely going to aim for this summer. Obviously, I can't afford it, but if I can get the Parental Units to agree to co-sign a loan with me, as I mentioned, I will take out the extra bit of money to get me through two weeks, and take the time off anyway. I think I'll split up the two weeks, as well. One week in July, one week in August. For one thing, I don't think my boss would let me take two concurrent weeks (and I shudder to think of the filing that would pile up), and also
fearsclave mentioned that our friend April will be coming to visit sometime this summer, and I'd like some of my time off to coincide with her visit. At this point I'm willing to take the financial hit in order to get some time off. If only so I don't burn out and go crazy, and potentially screw up my chances to continue being a productive member of society. The reason the "Normes du Travail" insist that employees get a minimum of two weeks' vacation in a year is because most people need at least that much time off so they don't become complete wrecks. So.
Okay, enough bitching about work and my lack of time off. The filing proceeds apace, The One Form awaits my pleasure, and I have bills and a circulation file to prepare.
This weekend is Father's Day. We missed Mother's Day due to the Parental Units' haring off to Europe, so we may be combining the two. I'm pondering the possibility of baking something/cooking something for Sunday and surprising them with it. We shall see.
