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I finally decided to quit.
2 years ago
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Well, after busting my ass and not to mention other certain body parts, I finally decided to quit my job at the airport. Well kinda...
Technically I have been on medical leave since before Thanksgiving after I collapsed on the checkpoint. Dunno how or why but I dropped like a sack of bricks. Guess the manager was wrong when he lectured me about being groggy for a while and told me "It's not a medical issue, it's your attitude" and told me to go back to work. Bet he's regretting telling me that now. He was so quick to get me my medical leave shortly after. Spent 3 days in the hospital and I was surprised at what the docs told me, and also not that surprised.
Stress, high blood pressure, depression, lack of sleep, etc. Pretty much my job was killing me. I was over heating because it is hot by those machines that check your luggage and it is a workout carrying overweight luggage from the machine to the search tables, especially in uniforms that don't breath well. I used to carry a small portable fan to cool myself off before I got heat stroke. That was until the manager told me to not use it because it look unprofessional. My feet hurt like hell for being on them all the time on hard floors so I got not only special shoes and expensive customized insoles to make it more comfortable to move in. Until the manager told me I couldn't wear them, had to wear the ones they sell us.
And add to the fact that for the last 17 years I have been taking care of my dad who fell over years ago and has been bed ridden since. He had a stroke over a year ago, also right before Thanksgiving, and now all he can do is move his right arm. I have been living with him and mom helping where I can both financially and physically. After getting stressed out and told off by my supervisor I explained the situation, and she had the gall to tell me to just drop him off in a nursing home. I don't trust those places, heck I don't even like staying at the hospital. I refuse to let my dad die in a place like that. I would rather make his last days as comfortable as I can.
Well after my incident and the doctors told me that I shouldn't continue to kill myself at a job that I don't like. It's too far from home if there was an emergency, I put 300 miles a week on my vehicle and have killed my last vehicle because of it. I only stayed on this long because I wanted to do my 20 years of Federal time. After 14 years, I thought I was able to leave. But the Manager told me that I have to buy 6 years of time that I spent in the service to get 20 years at the airport before I can be eligible for early retirement. Now why the fuck I have to pay them for time I already served they didn't explain to me. Oh, and any old uniforms I have will need to returned and any unaccounted for will be taken from my pay. 14 years worth of uniforms?! What the fuck?!
So as of now, I do not plan on ever returning to the airport. They expect me to come back in the middle of January once I used up most of my medical leave. Not gonna happen, though I will return what uniforms I do have and turn in my badge. Don't know if I should sell my remaining leave or use it up. The one positive thing from the ordeal at least is that my medical visit was covered by the insurance so I didn't have to pay for most of it. Just around 30 bucks for the therapy session and 40 bucks for my antidepressants. Since I haven't been at work and especially haven't had to deal with the holiday crowds I haven't felt depressed at all.
Oh, and finally after waiting for nearly a year to get on a list the VA have finally decided to pay my mom and I as in house caretakers for my dad. Wished we started years ago but dad's condition wasn't as bad so he couldn't get eligible. The stroke moved him to the front of the line, and it still took a year. We got a check for 15k to make up for the year it took and now mom and I get a budget where I have to make a time sheet for every week and mail it in. We get 1.5k a week split between the two of us. I give most of it to mom since she stays with dad the most and takes care of him more. But that money will only continue to flow as long as dad stays alive so I have no idea how long we'll keep getting it. On the plus side dad used some of the money and paid off the remainder that I owed for my car so that is one less bill I have to cover. He says it's the least he can do since I have been taking care of him for all these years.
Working at home is not too bad but I need to get a part time job that is close to home so I can fall back on it when dad eventually passes. At the moment I have been searching on Indeed and have turned in a resume to a nearby sushi restaurant that had a now hiring sign up. If I don't get a call soon I'll try some of my other choices or ask a relative for help.
So that is my life story for now. I can't believe I wasted a third of my life in the airport, and haven't even gone on an airplane for nearly 20. Frankly, I am glad I don't have to deal with passengers anymore. Or dealing with luggage that had the potential of literally blowing up in my face. I am looking forward to the next step in my life. I feel like a huge burden has been lifted and the world seems a bit brighter. Plus I got the chance to use this song and sent it to my supervisor. Hope that bitch rots in hell. And the Manager can fuck off to.
Technically I have been on medical leave since before Thanksgiving after I collapsed on the checkpoint. Dunno how or why but I dropped like a sack of bricks. Guess the manager was wrong when he lectured me about being groggy for a while and told me "It's not a medical issue, it's your attitude" and told me to go back to work. Bet he's regretting telling me that now. He was so quick to get me my medical leave shortly after. Spent 3 days in the hospital and I was surprised at what the docs told me, and also not that surprised.
Stress, high blood pressure, depression, lack of sleep, etc. Pretty much my job was killing me. I was over heating because it is hot by those machines that check your luggage and it is a workout carrying overweight luggage from the machine to the search tables, especially in uniforms that don't breath well. I used to carry a small portable fan to cool myself off before I got heat stroke. That was until the manager told me to not use it because it look unprofessional. My feet hurt like hell for being on them all the time on hard floors so I got not only special shoes and expensive customized insoles to make it more comfortable to move in. Until the manager told me I couldn't wear them, had to wear the ones they sell us.
And add to the fact that for the last 17 years I have been taking care of my dad who fell over years ago and has been bed ridden since. He had a stroke over a year ago, also right before Thanksgiving, and now all he can do is move his right arm. I have been living with him and mom helping where I can both financially and physically. After getting stressed out and told off by my supervisor I explained the situation, and she had the gall to tell me to just drop him off in a nursing home. I don't trust those places, heck I don't even like staying at the hospital. I refuse to let my dad die in a place like that. I would rather make his last days as comfortable as I can.
Well after my incident and the doctors told me that I shouldn't continue to kill myself at a job that I don't like. It's too far from home if there was an emergency, I put 300 miles a week on my vehicle and have killed my last vehicle because of it. I only stayed on this long because I wanted to do my 20 years of Federal time. After 14 years, I thought I was able to leave. But the Manager told me that I have to buy 6 years of time that I spent in the service to get 20 years at the airport before I can be eligible for early retirement. Now why the fuck I have to pay them for time I already served they didn't explain to me. Oh, and any old uniforms I have will need to returned and any unaccounted for will be taken from my pay. 14 years worth of uniforms?! What the fuck?!
So as of now, I do not plan on ever returning to the airport. They expect me to come back in the middle of January once I used up most of my medical leave. Not gonna happen, though I will return what uniforms I do have and turn in my badge. Don't know if I should sell my remaining leave or use it up. The one positive thing from the ordeal at least is that my medical visit was covered by the insurance so I didn't have to pay for most of it. Just around 30 bucks for the therapy session and 40 bucks for my antidepressants. Since I haven't been at work and especially haven't had to deal with the holiday crowds I haven't felt depressed at all.
Oh, and finally after waiting for nearly a year to get on a list the VA have finally decided to pay my mom and I as in house caretakers for my dad. Wished we started years ago but dad's condition wasn't as bad so he couldn't get eligible. The stroke moved him to the front of the line, and it still took a year. We got a check for 15k to make up for the year it took and now mom and I get a budget where I have to make a time sheet for every week and mail it in. We get 1.5k a week split between the two of us. I give most of it to mom since she stays with dad the most and takes care of him more. But that money will only continue to flow as long as dad stays alive so I have no idea how long we'll keep getting it. On the plus side dad used some of the money and paid off the remainder that I owed for my car so that is one less bill I have to cover. He says it's the least he can do since I have been taking care of him for all these years.
Working at home is not too bad but I need to get a part time job that is close to home so I can fall back on it when dad eventually passes. At the moment I have been searching on Indeed and have turned in a resume to a nearby sushi restaurant that had a now hiring sign up. If I don't get a call soon I'll try some of my other choices or ask a relative for help.
So that is my life story for now. I can't believe I wasted a third of my life in the airport, and haven't even gone on an airplane for nearly 20. Frankly, I am glad I don't have to deal with passengers anymore. Or dealing with luggage that had the potential of literally blowing up in my face. I am looking forward to the next step in my life. I feel like a huge burden has been lifted and the world seems a bit brighter. Plus I got the chance to use this song and sent it to my supervisor. Hope that bitch rots in hell. And the Manager can fuck off to.
Also: Good to meet another TBW fan.
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Good that you're taking care of your dad at home. Wish we had done the same for my aunt. We didn't know how much longer she had, and we weren't prepared to give the longtime care she needed. Had we known she only had like three months left, we would have kept her here instead. Her room there wasn't cleaned when we visited; someone stole her phone; and she supposedly had a fall that left her terribly bruised and out of it before she died.
I'm glad you finally got out of that job you hated. I remember how liberating it felt when I did it. I knew my job was going to kill me sooner or later. Some time after I left, they had to call in the riot police or something—I think more than once, and then there was an armed hostile takeover which ultimately shut the place down for a good long time before it reopened.
and this is awkward
but i wish/pray all the best for you in the future
may all good opportunity opens
and all your worries cease
im sorry if you dont like my prayer...i want all the best for you..