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Poor Candi... surely by now someone would be taking her home as she's obviously not fit to work?
I'm not convinced that putting a high-as-a-kite bunny lass on dishwasher duty (with a corresponding risk of broken crockery) will be any more desirable than letting said bunny lass serenade the customers.
I know this is fiction, but is this really representative of Real Life in the US - having to go back to work while being doped-up-to-the-eyeballs on medication?
(typing this while on nearly two weeks of sick leave as a result of post-concussion symptoms, which in turn were the result of hitting my head on the bath when fainting from pain caused by a kidney stone.)
I'm not convinced that putting a high-as-a-kite bunny lass on dishwasher duty (with a corresponding risk of broken crockery) will be any more desirable than letting said bunny lass serenade the customers.
I know this is fiction, but is this really representative of Real Life in the US - having to go back to work while being doped-up-to-the-eyeballs on medication?
(typing this while on nearly two weeks of sick leave as a result of post-concussion symptoms, which in turn were the result of hitting my head on the bath when fainting from pain caused by a kidney stone.)
Whee concussions. I got off easy when I had mine because I was on record as mentioning the trailer washout was slick and icy and maybe they should move it to a heated bay.
For a couple years.
And then my feet went out from under me on camera.
When I got back, their solution was 'free ice cleats for everybody'.
For a couple years.
And then my feet went out from under me on camera.
When I got back, their solution was 'free ice cleats for everybody'.
<wince> You have my sympathies - sounds like they were complete and utter bastards.
I don't get how the company could "fight you getting unemployment" though - I would have thought once they'd fired you they wouldn't give a damn about you getting unemployment benefit or not? Unless they somehow were involved in paying for it, which to me seems weird because here in NZ the unemployment benefit equivalent is administered by the government out of general taxation and former employers aren't involved. Is it different where you are?
I don't get how the company could "fight you getting unemployment" though - I would have thought once they'd fired you they wouldn't give a damn about you getting unemployment benefit or not? Unless they somehow were involved in paying for it, which to me seems weird because here in NZ the unemployment benefit equivalent is administered by the government out of general taxation and former employers aren't involved. Is it different where you are?
That's... pretty medieval.
By way of contrast, not only did my manager(s) not force me back to work for my kidney stone/concussion episode, they insisted that I not return to work before I was recovered. Their attitude is that losing 100% productivity for a few days before getting 100% productivity back from a recovered employee is better than getting only 25% productivity from an unwell employee for several weeks who can't recover properly because they're forced to work.
By way of contrast, not only did my manager(s) not force me back to work for my kidney stone/concussion episode, they insisted that I not return to work before I was recovered. Their attitude is that losing 100% productivity for a few days before getting 100% productivity back from a recovered employee is better than getting only 25% productivity from an unwell employee for several weeks who can't recover properly because they're forced to work.
After my cancer surgery, despite it 'really was nothing major to effect my performance', I was sidelined to the most minimal job the company had and my hours reduced from 40 to 10 hours, then told to not show up for a month...."Just to make sure you recovered fully". Despite me saying I was fine, put me back to work.
No, I lost a months pay and no unemployment compensation.
When I returned, the company viewed me more dimly and my hours reduced to 25 a week. A friendly assistant manager told me "off the record" that despite it was minor surgery, I was viewed as 'damaged' and no longer capable.
No, I lost a months pay and no unemployment compensation.
When I returned, the company viewed me more dimly and my hours reduced to 25 a week. A friendly assistant manager told me "off the record" that despite it was minor surgery, I was viewed as 'damaged' and no longer capable.
To those not use to the strength of such things, it can be quite daunting. I once did something similar, by taking what I thought was regular cough medicine which my girlfriend had replaced with the codeine based stuff. Seems she had a bottle that cracked and she poured it into a regular NyQuil bottle that was already half full of NyQuil. Following the dose instructions on the bottle, I ended up taking about eight times the largest recommended dose- measured in teaspoons- plus a bunch of regular cough syrup with alcohol in it...
So I get to work and in like 15 minutes I realize, this is not NyQuil. In about an hour, a nice police detective come to interview me about the fact that I was pressing charges in a burgling case at work. (Stuff was taken from my desk.) I was a total babbling idiot by the time he arrived and could barely string two words together. He had to notice the eyes and my incoherent speech, but he was gracious, thank God, about the whole thing.
I was still hung over the next day and had to take a taxi from and to work because I was so wiped out I could not drive. My girlfriend thought the whole thing quite humorous. From that point forward, I always confirmed which bottle was the over the counter stuff and which was the script.
So I get to work and in like 15 minutes I realize, this is not NyQuil. In about an hour, a nice police detective come to interview me about the fact that I was pressing charges in a burgling case at work. (Stuff was taken from my desk.) I was a total babbling idiot by the time he arrived and could barely string two words together. He had to notice the eyes and my incoherent speech, but he was gracious, thank God, about the whole thing.
I was still hung over the next day and had to take a taxi from and to work because I was so wiped out I could not drive. My girlfriend thought the whole thing quite humorous. From that point forward, I always confirmed which bottle was the over the counter stuff and which was the script.
Greetings Dustmeat!
Awesome job on Candi's tail in the third panel :) Nice dynamic action in that panel too, it conveys that it is taking significant physical effort to pick her up.
Candi's expression is so wonderfully dopey in last panel. I just hope they do not let her wash the knives, as that could be disastrous!
I am wondering why the dog called the obviously female bird, "sir". Some ladies would not be pleased.
Sincerely,
Michael Angel Peña(AKA Sparrow...A Rabbit)
Awesome job on Candi's tail in the third panel :) Nice dynamic action in that panel too, it conveys that it is taking significant physical effort to pick her up.
Candi's expression is so wonderfully dopey in last panel. I just hope they do not let her wash the knives, as that could be disastrous!
I am wondering why the dog called the obviously female bird, "sir". Some ladies would not be pleased.
Sincerely,
Michael Angel Peña(AKA Sparrow...A Rabbit)
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