WTF my life?!
I'd like to start this story with a request. I'd really like people's opinions on what happened, out of my own curiosity.
I came back from Plymouth sick with a head cold. On Monday I knew I was sick enough that I shouldn't work with food. I also knew that if I just straight up called in that they'd think I was just trying to get an extra day of vacation. So on the way home from the bus we stopped by work so I could go in, show them how sick I was and tell them that I shouldn't work. Crystal (the owner) was in a meeting, but I talked to Kristi and she took me off the schedule and told me to get better. So I didn't think anything of it until I had to go into work on Wednesday. I was still pretty miserable but I dragged my ass to work anyway. My day went from bad to worse to WTF?! I should've gotten the hint when the only people who seemed concerned about my health were the CUSTOMERS. Wednesday is the only day I actually like to work anymore. First off, it's the only day I work during the day anymore, but mostly it's because it's the day when I get to run the afternoon seniors league. Except for a couple creepy old men the're all fantastic people. There were a couple grumpy old men but since I carded one of them for a beer (to which he responded "That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me") they love me. Anyway, I digress. I was scheduled from 12-4, but since I had to walk both ways, figure more like 11:20-4:40 ish. That was more than long enough for me in my mucousy condition. Now, I know my boss has a sick sense of humor. I don't mean sick as in Brian, "oh my god, I can't believe he said that" but it's still funny. No, I mean sick as in Marquis de Sade, fucking sadistic. The only time I'd seen it before Wednesday was when she thought it was a hilarious idea to give the mechanic, who was terribly depressed about the fact he had to quit, a copy of the flier looking for someone to fill his position.
My day started out alright, I was just getting shit ready for the seniors and trying not to sneeze all over the snack bar when Crystal walked up to me. First she told me that she had some shit for me to do on the computer once I finished what I was doing, nothing unusual. Then she asked me what kind of illness I had, because, and I quote, "I know I get sick when I drink." She fucking implied that I didn't want to work on Monday because I was hungover. I just looked at her and told her that a bunch of us ended up with head colds on Sunday, probably a combination of not sleeping and walking around in the cold. (As an aside, it's a hell of a lot colder up there than it is here). Honestly, I didn't think too much of the conversation until I got home. Partly due to my illness-fuddled mind, partly because alone that might not have bothered me too much, but the abuse didn't end there.
When I was in the office working on the computer she came in and outright told me that I was working an extra hour. She didn't ask me, like one usually does before asking someone to work beyond their scheduled hours, she told me that I had to work til 5 as a "punishment for stiffing [them] on Monday." She said it exactly that way a couple times; then, when Kristi walked by, Crystal laughed as she told her the same thing, that I was working longer as a punishment. She then went on to say that they could've really used my help on Tuesday night, I wasn't even fucking scheduled for Tuesday!!
Needless to say, I was none to pleased with my boss' conduct on Wednesday. I'm too tired to think of anything else to say at the moment, but, as I said, I am curious as to what you guys think of this whole event.
I came back from Plymouth sick with a head cold. On Monday I knew I was sick enough that I shouldn't work with food. I also knew that if I just straight up called in that they'd think I was just trying to get an extra day of vacation. So on the way home from the bus we stopped by work so I could go in, show them how sick I was and tell them that I shouldn't work. Crystal (the owner) was in a meeting, but I talked to Kristi and she took me off the schedule and told me to get better. So I didn't think anything of it until I had to go into work on Wednesday. I was still pretty miserable but I dragged my ass to work anyway. My day went from bad to worse to WTF?! I should've gotten the hint when the only people who seemed concerned about my health were the CUSTOMERS. Wednesday is the only day I actually like to work anymore. First off, it's the only day I work during the day anymore, but mostly it's because it's the day when I get to run the afternoon seniors league. Except for a couple creepy old men the're all fantastic people. There were a couple grumpy old men but since I carded one of them for a beer (to which he responded "That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me") they love me. Anyway, I digress. I was scheduled from 12-4, but since I had to walk both ways, figure more like 11:20-4:40 ish. That was more than long enough for me in my mucousy condition. Now, I know my boss has a sick sense of humor. I don't mean sick as in Brian, "oh my god, I can't believe he said that" but it's still funny. No, I mean sick as in Marquis de Sade, fucking sadistic. The only time I'd seen it before Wednesday was when she thought it was a hilarious idea to give the mechanic, who was terribly depressed about the fact he had to quit, a copy of the flier looking for someone to fill his position.
My day started out alright, I was just getting shit ready for the seniors and trying not to sneeze all over the snack bar when Crystal walked up to me. First she told me that she had some shit for me to do on the computer once I finished what I was doing, nothing unusual. Then she asked me what kind of illness I had, because, and I quote, "I know I get sick when I drink." She fucking implied that I didn't want to work on Monday because I was hungover. I just looked at her and told her that a bunch of us ended up with head colds on Sunday, probably a combination of not sleeping and walking around in the cold. (As an aside, it's a hell of a lot colder up there than it is here). Honestly, I didn't think too much of the conversation until I got home. Partly due to my illness-fuddled mind, partly because alone that might not have bothered me too much, but the abuse didn't end there.
When I was in the office working on the computer she came in and outright told me that I was working an extra hour. She didn't ask me, like one usually does before asking someone to work beyond their scheduled hours, she told me that I had to work til 5 as a "punishment for stiffing [them] on Monday." She said it exactly that way a couple times; then, when Kristi walked by, Crystal laughed as she told her the same thing, that I was working longer as a punishment. She then went on to say that they could've really used my help on Tuesday night, I wasn't even fucking scheduled for Tuesday!!
Needless to say, I was none to pleased with my boss' conduct on Wednesday. I'm too tired to think of anything else to say at the moment, but, as I said, I am curious as to what you guys think of this whole event.