WARNING: Big whiney post.

ok....I just typed this big huge rant out and now its gone, which is just as well I guess. In a nutshell, GICOE, who is my hubby's boss too is screwing him over. My hubs hasnt had his regular days off in months and he is mentally and physically exhausted. He is a supervixor and the supervisor beneath him got another job a few months ago. He was the only one on my hubs shift who could fill in for him. Supervisors at his level used to be able to appoint a temporary to fill in in case this happens, just until promotions could be made, but GICOE has changed the rules. All of a sudden. The kiss ass supervisor on another shift was in the same boat a few months ago and he was able to appoint someone right away, but then again his nose is really brown, and thats the way GICOE likes them. My hub will pretty much tell GICOE when hes stupid or full of it. Anyway if my husband wants a day off he has to ask one of his equals on another shift to work for him, which a couple of them are willing (because they think this all pretty unfair) but its a lot to ask, AND why should he have to ask? No one else has to beg for a day off, so why should he?

Im pissed. GICOE is blaming the people above him for the promotion not being made yet, but pretty much everyone says that b.s. My hub cant ask the big wigs either because while there is an open door policy, one of them is on leave for two weeks, and the really big guy is in meetings every single day until noon, and my hubs is dead by noon as he works nights. Besides, he has kids at home.

So because the man is mentally and physically exhauseted, he is not easy to live with. Nothing is getting done at home either. Our sprinkler system is busted, so I have to water by the other type of sprinklers, which dont cover the whole yard, and so grass is dying. It also means our backyard is still dirt, because no water means no grass can be planted. Also, our pool is not open. Its July, and in the hundreds and our pool is still closed because doesnt have time to open it. My kids are sad about this, because they want the pool open, and frankly so do I.

When I came to work this morning to learn there was still no light at the end of the tunnel, I went into my office, shut the door and had a good cry. I know its not the end of the world that the grass is dead and the pool isnt open...but my husband is so miserable, and I hate to see him like this. Really, its no fun at my house right now and half the time, I just want to run away. Hubs is so stressed out and tired and its taking its toll on everything. And the powers to be, just dont give a shit. For THAT I am angry.

I feel a little guilty whining about not having grass and no pool when some people dont even have jobs, or houses to have grass and pools at. So, I guess I should be thankful....and I am, I just need my husband to stop being hurt like this, and I need my family to be happy. Ok....rant over, not back to our regular scheduled programming.

Oh, by the way. GICOE never showed up in time to cut watermelons the other day, so I did them myself...which is absolutely fine with me. Of course, it means I didnt witness any of his usual behavior and stupid remarks, so I cant blog about it. Im sure he'll do something stupid today. If I could just get myself to open my door long enough to witness it, is a different story.