My dad is dying in the worst way possible. He has head and neck cancer. His neck is not existent, his neck and chin are a giant open wound. He had bone in his dressing the other day. I am both his POA and Executor. My main priority is keeping his wishes intact but his case is challenging.
I finally got Family Medical Leave. My manager agreed to let me take it intermittently so for now, i take days off as needed. I was sort of confused she seemed to know nothing about the leave as she is the sole HR rep in this company. But she has been supportive.
But coworkers are always so fucking competitive and rude. They obviously aren't telling my coworkers I'm on leave which is what I asked, but any day I take it off, even though it's all good between the person i report to, employees give me the silent treatment and are weird with me.
People at work keep asking if he's better after I get back, like they want some instant resolve. I'm so sick of this expectation that since I'm away and then come back, I must have “fixed him.”
Also, my Family Medical Leave since I'm in Ontario is a little more open- I don't have the rigidity the US has. But anytime my manager knows I'll be gone, she always assumes I am going to be with him. There are many things I have to do to prepare for his death. I need to go to Banks, visit funeral homes and accountants, and believe it or not since I go up on weekends, I actually need to perform some mild self.care once in a while like sleep or eat.
It is bananas that while my dad is dying, I'm worried about a job that pays 18 bucks an hour. I do not give a fuck about their buisness at this current time. I'm taking calls at work, being told extremely upsetting and private info, and instead of having these hard conversations with loved ones, I'm sitting on the floor in a backroom with my asshole coworkers listening and forklifts going by. I'm so fucking fed up with not being given the fucking space to be human.
I just wanna work from home fuck my life.