So, I've been having a rough time with work. I work in a busy butchers/bakers/sandwich shop and do four six hour shifts and one seven hour shift per week. It doesn't seem like so much and I know a lot of people do more, but I don't get any kind of break whatsoever. It was hard at the beginning of my pregnancy when I was permanently exhausted, and very tiring over Christmas when I was expected to put in additional hours! again without any breaks. But it got a little easier in January when we weren't so busy. But now I'm creeping into my third trimester, it's a real killer for my back and legs. I come home, and after resting for half an hour (I say resting, when i come home it's study time!) I can barely get back up to walk to the loo!
My employer is a real jerk about it to be honest, he's old and never had a pregnant employee before so he doesn't really know whats what. Or so he'd like me to believe. He's not as stupid about things as he lets on sometimes, so I don't know whether he genuinely doesn't know things, or he's just being a d**k about it! And that's swearing to it which I normal don't do!
He's being difficult about allowing me to take the rest of my annual leave before my maternity leave as he says "I haven't, and won't be, working enough of this year to be entitled to it" even though I presented him with the facts on it. And when I sit in the office for two minutes with calf cramp I get looks or snide comments. Which I guess he must think aren't hurtful or intimidating but they are.
Thursdays are my day off to catch up on my uni work, so as I'm writing my essay this morning, my boyfriend rings up and starts with the line, "Now don't be mad or upset but..." instantly I think he's had a crash on the way to work or something equally as horrible, but instead he says, "I've been to talk to Don"
He went to fight my corner and inform him of my legal right to a break for the hours I work, and how I should get the chance to get off my feet for a little bit while I'm at work. And I love him even more for sticking up for me like he did.
Trouble is, Don doesn't understand privacy so he'll be telling everyone of the conversation and bitching about it no end. And tomorrow, I'll get pulled to one side and intimidated into apologising for Luke, or cutting my hours back so I don't have to have breaks. And I don't want to. But I'm not very good at enunciating my feelings in one to one conversations like that, and so probably will back down and just give in to whatever he says.
I'm worried about what tomorrow will bring when I go into work.