My leave request for the two weeks needed for Birthright has been (initially) rejected.
Three minutes after the email announcing that arrived, my manager sent another one, asking everyone in the office to submit their leave requests by COB today, begging us to be flexible while understanding that no leave request could be guaranteed unless there will be sufficient coverage for the office. She emailed me privately after that to ask that I resubmit my request for consideration.
We are submitting our requests today, and our director will try to let us know by tomorrow, Wednesday afternoon, whether we’ve had our requests for time off approved or not.
The problem? Tomorrow morning, by 6 a.m., is the last opportunity for me to cancel my trip with BIrthright and get my $250 dollar deposit back. It’s not the largest sum of money in the world, I know, but I am quite upset right now to say the least.
I have wanted this trip for years. I did not do “easy” conversions offered to me by two different rabbis for the purpose of having conversion papers that would enable me to go on this trip. I waited. I did the “right” thing. This is my last opportunity to go before being aged out of the program. This is also my first opportunity to go as a Jew who felt the process had been respected and that this conversion met my understanding of the halakhic requirements for conversion.
I get that we need to be fair. I get that my wants are not more important than my coworkers’ wants. But in this one instance, I can’t be flexible. I need both of those weeks or else I can’t go. And I feel that I have been willing to be flexible in the past–when they inadvertently approved too much leave or people were out sick and the office was empty–to ensure office coverage, changing my schedule around when others needed it. I get that since it is Christmas, it wouldn’t be fair to pressure my coworkers to be flexible for me.
So basically this whole post has been my attempt to sound like an adult. Because the real Mikvah Bound is already crying inside. I just have to keep telling myself that Israel isn’t going anywhere. That if I don’t go here, I will go eventually. Somehow.
Man plans and G-d laughs. I just sometimes wish G-d didn’t laugh so loudly.