My mother has worked at the library for 20 years. For the past two years, she has been complaining, rightfully (I worked there at one point too, so I know) about the bad management and other horrid work conditions. She was planning on retiring in May, but it looks like it may not even come to that.
My mom is one of those people who is indespensible to their workplace, but is treated like a third class citizen because she isn't full time, nor is she a librarian. She's just the peon that helps the patrons, keeps the entire children's room organized, decorates for all the special programs, mans the department while the rest of the staff is in the office gossiping and keeps the charming little children from wrecking the joint when their wonderful parents leave them alone in the children's room while they go browse for romance novels. They expect her to be everything and pay her like she does nothing.
The proverbial straw and camel made an appearance today and my mother walked out of her job. She told her boss that she was leaving for the day and she probably won't show up the rest of the week and maybe, just maybe, she would be in Monday.
Her boss told her she was scheduled to work this Sunday. She said she'll think about it, but it's not likely she'll be there.
And she walked.
She called me when she got home and I swear, she was giggling she was excited that she finally had the balls to do what she has wanted to do for years.
The patrons of the children's room are going to be in an uproar when they find out because my mother was the only one who ever treated them with respect or gave them the help they needed. The kids love her, the parents depend on her. And now the rest of the masters-holding, stuffed-head staff has to deal with the stuff they were supposed to deal with all this time, without my having my mother to dump their dirty work on.
Tough shit, ain't it?
I'm so damn proud of my mother today.