So I spent my last birthday homeless, the one before that homeless, and the one before that I spent it working 16 hours a day on a wildfire so I KIND of wanted to MAYBE sit back and relax for a day. I don't really care that you are depressed and pretend that holidays don't exist, I want to enjoy at least a little bit of my life and not constantly be in a state of suicidal ideation for the sake of being “mature”.
I asked my boss (second in command) if I could have tomorrow off for my birthday TWO WEEKS AGO. I even worked 2 of my normal weekend days to compensate (without them even asking to this, they agreed to just let me have the day off but I get that we are short people and also can't afford to miss a day so I thought “okay I'll just work one of my normal days off to have that day off but still give them some work and me some money”.
Today I get this super confused call from my boss asking where I am and if I can go deliver at this one place. I remineded him that HE told me I could have the day off 2 weeks ago and I already made plans and he was soooooo disapointed that I wouldn't go and now aparently my hours are going to get cut in half (for more context I used to have 2 jobs and quit the other one, which was just as stable, because this job paid more and said they liked me and could give me full time hours) because I “seemingly can't work weekends”. I usually work friday-tuesday and I've showed up every day for more than a month. I ALWAYS work weekends. But now I'm going to be reduced to 20 hours a week because my boss forgot he agreed to let me have the day off… I've never taken a single day off from this job. I've worked even on days where I had psychotic episodes and couldn't take my medication because it impares driving. I worked when I was super sick. I worked when I couldn't afford food because all my income went to rent. But I try to take one single day off and oh boy