Escape

Sometimes, I just can’t even. Just. Cant.

I don’t even know how to begin to answer this.

Mom:  Aunt and Uncle are driving up in April.  If you would like to escape for a couple of weeks you could drive down here with them and we would buy you a ticket home.

Seriously?

First, and this is something we’ve been over and over again ad nauseam, I can’t just tell my boss “yeah, I’m taking these days off, mark the calendar, k thx bye”. It doesn’t work that way in my job. It doesn’t really work that way in any job, but that’s beside the point. Including myself, there are six of us in the pharmacy, two pharmacists and four techs. We are work our scheduled shifts because that’s when we’re available to work. It’s not as though one of us can ask for a day off an expect one of the other three in my position to cover my shift. I have the most flexible availability of us all. If I need an entire day off, it takes a precise planetary alignment and an act of Congress to arrange it. Even then, they will still try to get me to come and work part of my shift. Taking “a couple of weeks” off is absurd.

Second, and more important, I don’t need to “escape”. There’s nothing and no one to escape from. I don’t understand just what the fuck everyone thinks is happening in this house. I feel like everyone is assuming I’m positively miserable sharing a zip code with him after what went down. Maybe they think I’m being held against my will and living my own personal episode of Law & Order: SVU. Want an in depth glimpse of what’s happening in this house? We cook dinner together. We work out together. We lay on the couch and binge political dramas together (with the cats). We plan the week’s dinner menu and go shopping together.

Obviously, this is all just too much for some people to cope with.

Update: I replied to her, explaining we’re fine, and said she was making it sound like I was living in an episode of SVU. She said that was not what she meant, nor is it what she thinks, and she was only offering a vacation.