I am having a surgery at the end of the month. I let my job know in advance about this and let them know when it would happen that I had to quarantine. The hospital was RELIEVED when I mentioned that when arranging my COVID test.
My supervisor when I reminded them went ballistic and told me that I had to come in or take the week off. I was like: I am working at home, I did this for two effing years. She said that wasn’t enough.
Then less than two weeks before my surgery my cat loses weight, not eating, no bathroom, nothing . I have to bring him to the vet and ask to rotate my schedule to work from home other days, AND rush out one day because he started to crash and the vet wanted to see him immediately, my mom noticed and called me at work. I informed my supervisor and left immediately.
I let them know I am going to euthanize him tomorrow and she sends an apology. Then the vet finds problem and gives him surgery. I am sitting there through tears the next day letting them know. Also that Tuesday I had to work at home to bring him to the vet for a check in to see how he was doing.
Response: “You need to find a caretaker, HR wants you in three days a week period.”
I finally broke down in tears Monday with all the stress and emotions I was going through and one of my coworkers noticed and realized why, he actually told supervisor that I was fine and to back off a bit.
Her response? “We want you to grow and develop to be the best. That’s why you need to be in three days a week and HR does require it. Please talk to me anytime , I am always available.”
I decided then and there to find a new job, I seriously fucking had it at that point and am not approaching someone who badgers me every fucking email about coming in.
I love the department and people, but seriously, fuck her.