About 3-4 weeks ago my husband was put onto probation at his job. He was put on probation for a whole list of things. He started working from home the day we signed the lease to move to be closer to his new job, however, we chose to move in case they decided that his team was no longer working from home. Well, within two months he was put on probation. The three main things he was put on probation for was not working and finishing his work on time or on a deadline, not answer emails efficiently and on time, and not being around his computer when needed. These are the things that were shown on behalf of his “boss” and his “boss’s boss”.
Well, here’s my side of things.
He’s been there a little over two years.. He never took much of any time off this year or last year. In fact, let’s rewind back to last July. You get 14 days of vacation time at this time and you can take them over the course of the year and they don’t roll over. In July, he worked ten hours days. He was gone by early every morning and didn’t come home til after 6. His dinner was always cold. He never had enough time to play with the kids because it was bath then bed. Then after he’d help put the kids to bed, he finally sit down and eat and work some more. He did this for about two months. Yes, he got paid for what he did, eventually. That was a lot of time he missed out on with his family.
I have been very sick. Two years ago it started with migraines and stomach issues after Vinnie was born. The migraines were caused by stress and now that Vinnie and the girls are older they aren’t as bad as they were, however I still have very bad stomach problems which we’ve been trying to get to the bottom of. Hubby started working days from home, to try and relieve some of my stress and if I was in horrible pain. However, he still was on the computer working and working and if he didn’t get his hours in during the day, he would stay up til midnight or later trying to finish up some work.
Then in October my father died. Instead of falling apart like I know I would have and could have. I’ve pretty much sucked it up, because I know that if I would fall apart and let the sadness eat me away he’d have no job left. He took two bereavement days for me. One for the funeral and one to watch the kids and I even think that he actually worked most if not the whole day I was gone. I know how much he loves what he does so I didn’t fall apart. I kept on moving forward.
Winter came and the kids had a mild winter but Vinnie suffered a lot of ear infections. So, he and the girls had their fair share of going to the doctors. There were days hubby had to stay home a lot because we don’t have two cars. However, he was working before, during (if I took the sick child) and after the appointment. Vinnie ended up getting tubes and for the year and a half we lived in mold (which our landlord kept telling us there wasn’t any) he had a runny nose. All I’ve seen this man do is work. If I went on short weekend trips to go away. He would still be working from home. If he didn’t get much work done throughout the day he would work at night.
Hubby was constantly doing other people’s work. Other correcting mistakes or actually doing the work for them. That INCLUDES the boss’s husband as well as a out sourced guy. It’s a wonder he got any of his actual work done at all. He would spend hours on email making sure he outlined every possible important issue. I would hear about these emails for days because either someone wasn’t doing their work or he was correcting the errors. Now, I will agree that the emails may have never been sent in on time, that was because he was trying to be as clear as he possibly could, but the emails were ALWAYS being sent. Before he was transferred to a new location, he worked late and tried to go in early. There were days he’d work 15, 30 mins, and even an hour over just to get something done. However, when he was transferred they locked the building at 4pm. Which aggravates him to no end, I have to hear about how his boss is talking to him at 4pm trying to finish stuff and he’s politely trying to tell her he’s got to go, he’ll talk to her when he gets home. So as soon as he’d get home he’d open his laptop up, even in the middle of dinner, to update his boss.
By March, he was working from home. The same day we signed the lease. At this point and time he’s only taken maybe 4 vacation days which were never taken for vacation they were taken to move. We moved into the new house with no internet because lines got crossed and it wasn’t installed til a few days later. We had stayed at his mom’s so he’d log in, to get some hours in. When we got into the new house, he would go down to the office to get some time to update or he even told me how he sat out back after hours to try and get enough internet to update. So frustrating. Even I was late on a few assignments in that internet fiasco.
April, still trying to get settled into our new home and trying to get the kids settled in. I mean it’s June and we’re not even completely unpacked. I’ve had a few bad days here and there but I’ve survived. I know he has to work and I know he’s very damn lucky to have a job in today’s economy. What I am trying to say is that my husband works his damn ass off every day. EVERY DAY. He’s done work on holidays, weekends, after hours.. etc. He has ten vacation days left before the end of the “year” and probably won’t even get a chance to take them. Just because he takes a vacation day, it doesn’t mean we’re actually vacationing. He’s still doing some type of work. He never gets a break, I never get much of a break. However, we know this is apart of life.
What I am saying is that my husband works his damn ass off for the job and is completely under appreciated. He busts his ass and he’s so worth more than what they offer him. They treat him like shit and he takes the beating because he is to nice to say anything or stand up for himself. Don’t get me wrong we are thankful that he has this job but he’s treated like a dog. Yes, a d-o-g. He spends probably 85% of his day working. They say he doesn’t meet deadlines, he doesn’t answer emails on time, he doesn’t actually work. I call BULL SHIT! Thankfully, it’s not me. Because I am brash and a bitch. 30,000 dollars a year is NOT EFFIN’ WORTH THE SHIT HE HAS TO ENDURE! For the amount of work AND OTHER PEOPLE’S work he actually does. The amount of time he actually spends doing work. I’ve had it, he’s had it. However, he’s to nice to say anything….
BUT I’M NOT.. obviously..