I have a pile of lieu days that I need to use up. I was figuring that given that Family Day is taking place on Monday I should try to extend the long weekend even further by requesting Tuesday and Wednesday off. I’ve said it many times: I really need time to just get away from the office. Well, I passed the idea by my PM.
The result of the request? Denied.
Apparently there’s some project documentation that I need to get done, and that can’t wait until after my short break. I seem to be needed.
That’s just fantastic.
Granted, I’m not as close to my (work|bullshit|stress) thresholds as I was just a short while ago, but still. This is now the second time my request for time off has been rejected at this company. The last time this happened was late in December 2006. I was working on a project with one other person who wasn’t helpful at all. I was basically left working on the project on my own while he was on vacation. I was so stressed out back then that even my friends noticed how I was a shell of my usual self. I asked my PM if he could give me time off around Christmas, but he had to reject it because I was asking way too close to the dates I wanted off. The client expected X amount of resources and they couldn’t be short-changed by me taking time off on a whim. To be honest, I’m sure that’s what’s happened this time.
I’m not as bitter about this rejection though, because, yes, I can deal with having to get my tasks done. I can hang in there a little bit longer, for sure. I suppose I can call in sick, but the idea of shirking doesn’t sit well with me. I almost think that one day it *will* affect my health, at which point I’ll be screwed. Awesome.
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2 comments
Erin says:
Sat. February 14, 2009 at 12:23 am (UTC -5 )
That sucks. I guess it’s good to be needed at work in this economy?
Jay says:
Sat. February 14, 2009 at 5:04 pm (UTC -5 )
It’s a blessing and a curse. I kind of feel like my job is safe–I’m good at what I do. Still, there’s only so much work I can do before I hit burnout. And there’s only so many times I can hit burnout successively before I finally scream out that I bloody hate the job.