National blogging day...

Well today is meant to be national blogging day. Although I have plenty to blog about like my recent hol to Cumbria I can't be bothered to write too much as I am knackered and totally p*ssed off on my 1st day back in the office after hol and a meeting in Leeds- apologies for spelling tonight I can't be bothered to spell check.. Currently juggling the 9 month compressed degree, a full time job, running a home with a depressed OH and a lunatic mutt and trying to juggle 80 worth of work combined doing Union duties and full time job. Which is fine but what is making me very annoyed at the bosses who are currently making my life hell at the moment directly due to my TU duties.

Irony is though trying to get the time or the resources together to log the complaint properly requires me to spend time on TU stuff that I need authorisation for!. Can just imagine the conversation now.

Me- Boss I need to spend time on my TU grievance case
Boss- Why, what is it I need to know, you spend far too much time on TU stuff we are a company you know blah blah blah
Me- I sort out the issues to help the company you know and I cant and wont tell you who /what it is for confidentiality reasons.
Boss- well you can't go....

Its gonna end one of two ways either I file a grievance / tribunal case stating my legal rights or he gets a gob full and I end up on disciplinary charges... a few weeks ago my request for a pack of drawing pins got me summoned into approx a three quarter of an hour rant from my boss and his bosses boss. Where I kept my cool (for once) and pointed out that in sheer wages alone..them debting the whys and wherefores of where I was entitled to the pins (I was) cost more than the fricking pins.

I may go for the grievance .... unlike in my dream where he got a machete in the head.... Don't think I need a dream encyclopeadia to sort out whats going on in there.

Fair enough if I was a lazy sod, but I even ended up in the office on Sunday trying to sort out the companies mess to save them a bucket load of grief.

I don't even own a machete...... yet ....evil grin. Alright the stress ball gets it.