I did well for two nights. Last night was a bust. Getting to bed wasn’t the problem. Sleeping was. After I’d tried to relax for a long, long time (I have no idea how long), I got up and fooled around on the computer. I was back in bed by 1 a.m. and still not asleep by 2. I must’ve slept some after that because I remember dreaming. Four o’clock came without sleeping soundly, though. At that point, I went to sleep and slept until almost 8.
I’ve fought the urge to take a nap today. I knew if I did give in, it would mess up my sleep for tonight so here I am. If I don’t concentrate, I’m liable to fall over.
One of my friends from church called and asked me to put the word out for a friend who recently got a job. When he applied, he didn’t know what his schedule would be. Now, he’s down to work second shift, Monday through Friday. To almost anyone, that wouldn’t seem unreasonable but to someone who observes the seventh day Sabbath, it can be a real problem.
It reminded me of when I started at the hospital. During the interview, I told the manager that I would be willing to work any time other than from sundown Friday until sundown Saturday. I let her know that I’m a Seventh-day Adventist and working on Sabbath was not an option. In spite of that, I was hired.
Several occasions of weekend work came up. I filled in on Sunday now and then but she never asked me to work on Sabbath. I was hired in March so the first holiday to come up was Memorial Day. The boss came over to my desk and was hemming and hawing, obviously trying to broach an unsavory subject. I put her out of her misery and asked, “Do you want me to work Memorial Day?” She was visibly relieved and said yes. I told her there was no problem. I’d be glad to do it.
By and by, the others noticed I never worked on a Saturday. I don’t know if they went to talk to the boss or not but there were snide remarks loud enough for me to hear. I chose to ignore them. Then it came to the point that the boss told me I would be required to take my turn working the occasional Saturday. I told her I couldn’t do that. If it came right down to it, I would have to quit. I’m not a litigious person, though I would have been within my rights to contest it in court.
I had been under the impression I had written on my application that I would have to have those 24 hours off. She got a copy from HR and it wasn’t there. The stars she’d put at the top of the form were, though. All things being equal, I was never asked to work on Sabbath. She left in the early 90s and, after two other managers had come and gone, I was “promoted” (that’s debatable) to manager, myself, and worked there for a total of 24.5 years. It was my choice to retire.
It’s my prayer that my friend’s friend will stand strong and not give in. I don’t know if he had it understood to begin with but that would be my advice to anyone applying for a job. It might knock a person out of being hired but that could only mean it wasn’t the job for them, anyway.
Well, my turn on the soapbox has gone on long enough.
My cousin texted me to please feed the critters. I didn’t see it until after dark. When I went over, the sugar babies were very active and I had to be very careful when I opened the females’ cage door. Then, when I opened the back door to feed The Catz, two of them attempted to get into the house and one may have succeeded. I looked and looked for it and called but nothing. When I counted the ones eating out of the pan, there were only five. I hope #6 is out there somewhere and not inside. I don’t think it could get into the babies’ cages but they’d make a tasty morsel if it could.
I’d wiped Twinkle’s bowl out with a used paper towel and she turned her nose up at her food. I changed it to another bowl and she ate. This morning, I was greeted by a hairball. It’s getting to be that time of year and I dread it.