On Monday, after Genius Golfer left for his new job, and The Boy had left for school, I headed out to work too. GG and I had talked about me needing to be home in the afternoon so The Boy wasn't just left home alone.
I know, he is 16 and a half, and fairly responsible. But is is 16 and a half. And I'm his mom.
So at some point during the day, I poked my head into my boss' office and ask if he had a minute. Sure, he said in his usual friendly way. I told him that GG started a job that morning and that I know it was short notice but I'd really need to go to the 9am-3pm schedule we talked about weeks before. He said that he'd be happy to make that happen, and told me that as soon as 3 PM comes along just to go home.
I was grateful for the understanding that I'm a mom first and then an employee. I'm not sure I have ever worked where that was the case. But it was nice. And at 3 PM I was clocking out and heading home to check on The Boy.
Yesterday my boss caught me in a moment when things were slow and told me that when I came into to talk with him on Monday he thought I was going to tell him I quit. He said he was freaking out on the inside.
I reassured him and told him that we have a lot of making up to do financially and that even if that were done quickly, I've got two missions and a college tuition yet to pay for, so he's stuck with me for a while.
It's nice to feel needed, and valued at work. I know I am lucky to have that. It hasn't always been that way.
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