eireann

I do not want to go to work today for several reasons.

Firstly, I have a pile of laundry that has taken over my room.
Secondly, I need to wrap all these fucking presents.
Thirdly, it's my day off.

I got called in. I'm not really complaining about that. What I'm bitching about is that today is the day that I got off for working on Sunday and Friday last week, my days off. I refused to work it and on my way to MelDarko's birthday party, I got a guilt trip voicemail from my branch manager about how I should be willing to help her (Her daughter just got out of the hospital from having spinal menangitis).
The thing is, I'm sick of the guilt. I come in on my days off all the time to help out, and usually I get stuck running a teller window while everyone else fucks off... Days when they could have done without me.
Yet, whenever I need a day off for something... because I'm sick. Or because I have a family emergency. Or... I had finals... no one will come in for me.
Why is it that my life is so much less important than everyone else's? Is it because I'm not married? I have a boyfriend, a somewhat serious one at that. Is it because I'm young? I'm in the middle of the spectrum of age in my branch. Is it that I don't have enough to do between applying for grad school and finals and Christmas? Because in all honesty... With the exception of my boss and her 4 kids... I have the most going on of anyone.
I don't want to go to work today. I don't have to go to work today... yet I am.
Why?