Blasted

I feel like the queen of one word titles lately

I hit a bump in the road at work.  Let me give you a little background.  I work in the banking industry at the front desk.  I’m not just a receptionist though.  I handle money flow in accounts, terrorist reporting, all kinds of stuff.  I no longer have an assistant since she had her baby.  I won’t be getting another one either.  Instead we are training another girl who is a step below me as my backup if I’m gone.  Above me, I have a supervisor and my boss.  I hardly ever see my boss and she rarely has me do anything for her.  I do my own stuff and on occasion something with my supervisor. 

Well, this morning we had a staff meeting.  When the staff meeting ended my boss asked that my supervisor and I stay behind.  My supervisor was sitting right next me.  She got up and shut the door to the conference room and sat down directly across from me.  I was freaking out on the inside.  What now!?

My boss started out the meeting with, “I just want to say that we support you with your health issues.”  Great they are buttering me up. And I was right.

Without great detail, the gist of the conversation was quite simple.  This surgery better fix me because my job is not a part-time job.  I can be replaced though they really like me here and don’t want it to have to come to that.  Oh, and they do believe that I’m really having medical issues but from now on I need to have doctors notes for when I’m out. 

But if I need anything all I need to do is ask them.  They will help any way they can because they really feel for me right now. 

Yeah, I can see that.  Thanks for the meeting.  This is why I don’t make friends at work.  Ever.

Maybe this is a sign that I should try to find something closer to my home or start looking a little closer into doing a licensed daycare out of my home.