Whelp... the Sword of Damocles has fallen. 8:30 on a Sunday I get told not to go in on Monday. No real explanation as to why... because why would they start talking to me now?
I've officially started applying for new jobs. I'm beyond done with the never getting assigned tasks other than cleaning and not getting trained for any other testing. The weird passive aggressive dynamics and general asshattery. Total lack of communication... ugh. Time to move on.
Every time I think I'm getting my shit together. In other news, my brother-in-law using vague threats of eviction every time he's pissy because my sister is on one of her rage benders is getting really REALLY old.
When it rains... My new tire went flat while I was sick. So my bro-in-law got the air compressor and blew it up. I managed to get it to the tire place and they got it fixed. And they could finally inspect her for me.
She failed. She needs another $800 in work done. And I just lost a week's pay due to covid. FML