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It's amazing how something so simple becomes universally complicated when it involves HR.

Example: me wanting to request a leave of absence from work to help my parents out while dad is in his final stages of life. Complication: HR rep telling me this doesn't qualify for FMLA and insinuating I may not have a job if I continue to take time off.

Not only did HR person not answer my questions, she then told me I should call our mental health hotline.  Uhm, excuse me?  First off, your degree is in PHOTOgraphy, not PSYCHOlogy.  Second, read FMLA.  I've read it several times and assisting in the care of an ailing parent is listed.  No, you don't get to count my mother as she is in her mid seventies, but thanks for asking.

I then called my touch stone, Lester Lou, and cried yet again on her shoulders.  Decided that I should let my direct supervisor know.  Made that call only to receive yet another dig about it being start week, but they're handling it.  There was a part of me that just wanted to say, " sorry, next time one of my parents decides it's almost time to die I'll ask them to wait for a convenient time for work".  Unfreakinbelievable.

As I was making the journey back to Longmont, I decided to take HWY 85.  Not a major highway but a comfortable two laner with a top speed of 65. Something I could handle. I never have to drive in the fast lane. It was so peaceful and calm that I wanted to keep driving.  Would it take me to a place where there was no corporate bullshit? no recriminations?

So, here I'm sat, letting mom get out of the house to run some errands and breathe some fresh air.
Waiting.

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