The Dislike of Skeeter, Part I

My how things can change in a short time! Last Friday it was announced that our plant will be shut down for Easter week. We already get Good Friday off, so we now have to use four more vacation days to cover the week. Sux, but in view of how things are going there with my little boss, Skeeter, I'll be glad to be out of there for awhile. This has been a very difficult week. Things were screwed up last week, too, but I thought it would be more normal this week. Umm, nope. Skeeter makes me crazy. I have never, ever had trouble with a boss before and it bothers me that I do now. But he does things just because he CAN. He denied almost everyone at least some of their requested vacation, though it seems impossible that SO many of the few people we have could have asked for the same weeks. (I got only six days of the 3 weeks I requested.) But today was a new low. I was supposed to go in to my doctor's office to have a procedure at a particular time of the month. This is that time. So I called yesterday afternoon and got an appointment for 2:00 today. As soon as I got to work, I wrote Skeeter a note saying that I needed to use two hours of personal business time. (Note that it's called PERSONAL business -- you're not supposed to have to even explain why you need it.) At 10:40 (20 minutes till lunch) he came out to tell me that I couldn't go because "it's the last week of the quarter". He asked if it was something that HAD to be done this week (yes -- or wait till next month). I told him it was a medical problem, personal. He still said no. I wasn't about to actually explain WHY it had to be this week. I called at lunch to cancel the 2:00, and of course they couldn't take me at 3:00 (he would allow me to leave at 2:30 if that worked). So when I got back from lunch I told him to cancel the whole thing -- it would have to wait another month. It served no purpose to ask if it was important, etc., since obviously there was no answer I could give that would satisfy him. He had already said I couldn't go. So why keep asking? Because he CAN. Also, he is making me do both my own job and packing, which requires me to walk back and forth between the two stations (100 ft or so) all day. I asked what his priority was if I had to let one or the other get backed up, and he told me his "expecTAtion" was that I would do both. OK, that's a helpful answer. The problem is that one of the well-known disability game-players has been down at packing this week, and apparently it's just too much for her to handle. But of course I'M Superwoman. I shouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing I'm mad about it. I should just do it. But that would mean that it COULD be done -- and I don't want to do it. I don't want to be bossed around and taken advantage of by some little twerp that knows nothing about what I do. He has no idea what actually goes on at my station. He just sees me standing still occasionally (usually because I'm running the line manually and HAVE to stand there to push the buttons) so he thinks there is a lot of down time. Gah! It just makes me furious. And for the first time ever, at any job, I just hate the thought of going in there tomorrow.