[	Tags	|	disability, job	]
[	Current Location	|	At home in my packrat existence	]
[	Current Mood	|	contemplative	]
[	Current Music	|	the WORLD - Nightmare - Death Note opening song	]

Unfortunately, I found out it was rather stressful at times, especially on Sundays, when the clinic is closed, and I was the only person going in to make sure the animals were okay. I got sick a few times, which I warned my employer about in detail, and told him specifically that I get MAYBE half an hour warning if it's a migraine attack. Unfortunately, the only two people I could contact to take my place in such situations turned out to be quite untrustworthy. Laura, the kennel woman I was supposed to be working in the place of, practically never had her cellphone with her, and it was a miracle the LAST TIME I called her for help, she actually called back the same day I called! Then Amanda, who gave me her number and told me she'd be willing to cover for me, gave me some BS about not having a key to the clinic, then when I asked if she'd like me to go there to let her in, she admitted she didn't want to work that day! WTF was up with that?!
So, I finally got canned after working there for about three months, because when I got sick before, I thought I did everything I was supposed to do, and apparently, I didn't. Well, they forgave me for that faux pas, especially after I explained my disability, which includes a learning curve totally out of whack. But this time, I called someone to cover for me on my sick days, and apparently, the doctor decided I wasn't a good, responsible worker just because I didn't lock the clinic door when I had to go home. Okay, I can see that, but you know, it's damn hard to make sure you did something right when you're in such pain you can't even open your eyes, and thus, can't see. Frankly, I'm surprised I didn't get run over by a car just crossing the parking lot...
So, I'm going in next week to pick up my last paycheck, drop off the clinic key, and tell them good riddance. My mother insists on coming with me to talk to the doctor, too. She tells me the whole situation smacks of discrimination, and last I heard, I don't think employers can discriminate on the basis of disability, and it's not a physical disability, where I'm asking them to install a ramp to get up the stairs, or something. All I was asking was for a bit of mentoring, since I'm new to kennel work in general, and some patience when it comes to getting into the swing of things. Well, I definitely don't want to work for someone who's not willing to make some compromises, anyhow, especially after they were probably BSing me about doing a good job.
But, I take it in stride. It's a learning experience for me, I did get the job in the first place, I have all the information regarding how my disability could affect my work performance ready for the next employer who hires me, and in the meantime, I'll be taking another work sabbatical. 
Just as well I'm out of a job at the moment, so I can plan the trips I'll likely be going on the rest of the year. There's a week-long Baltimore trip for Otakon in July, my cousin Roland's wedding in September (we'll be going for a few weeks for that), and then I'm hearing that there's likely another family trip to the northern states for Christmas, especially since some of us want to stop at Yellowstone National Park then. And if I'm still unemployed come New Year's, I'll look into trips to Japan to visit relatives and further explore Akihabara/Shibuya, and Ireland through Trips, Inc., a company that arranges travel tour groups for people with disabilities of all kinds. I'm turning into a regular globe-trotter, I swear XD