So my store manager called today to ask how I was feeling.
Today was the second day in a row I was home from work, sick. This never happens. Usually, even if it's pretty bad, I'll still not let myself miss more than one day. This time, however, as sick as I was, and as many other people have been sick at work and at home (Shawna also missed two days of work this week, and the last day I was at work, two people had called off sick, and there were three more of us there working sick, sharing cough drops and tissues) I decided to take all the advice and stay in an extra day to try and kill this plague off for the sake of myself and all around me.
About four o'clock today, the phone rings, and I'm thinking it's Shawna letting me know she's on her way home, only it's not, it's my store manager. She says she's calling to see how I'm feeling, since I've missed two days, and needed to know if I'd be in tomorrow. Completely legitimate question, and she was at least considerate enough to ask first if I was feeling better before asking if I'd be at work tomorrow. When I responded (after having to start over once because my voice was still pretty weak) that I wasn't 100%, but I was better enough to be there tomorrow because there was no way I'd miss three days in a row, she responded with, "Yeah, I was going to say something to you along those lines as well, so I'm glad to hear you'll be in tomorrow."
Excuse me? We've had many, many people at work lately sick for long stretches of time, two cases of which were confirmed H1N1, and you're going to seemingly threaten me for taking a second day to get better? Screw that. Seriously. I've busted my ass there for three years as of a week ago, get assigned to the cafe against my will, (I don't mind so much that I'm there, just the fact that when asked if I wanted to be trained two years ago, I said no, and they said too bad,) get stuck with a horrible schedule and told if I want to change it I can voluntarily go part time and give my hours to someone else who wants them, and I know for a fact I make less than damn near every single other employee there (only two of which have been there longer than me and are non-supervisor/non-manager) and you're going to come across like that?
I can't wait until my appointment at Longview to find out how much aid I can get, and how many classes I'll be able to take. With any luck, I'll get enough that I can focus on school and get a part time job elsewhere, maybe waiting tables again one or two nights a week or something. At least that way, I'll be getting tips instead of bullshit.
Anyway, time for another dose of NyQuil. I'll need one to get to sleep tonight, and who knows, maybe I'll need one to make it through work tomorrow.
About four o'clock today, the phone rings, and I'm thinking it's Shawna letting me know she's on her way home, only it's not, it's my store manager. She says she's calling to see how I'm feeling, since I've missed two days, and needed to know if I'd be in tomorrow. Completely legitimate question, and she was at least considerate enough to ask first if I was feeling better before asking if I'd be at work tomorrow. When I responded (after having to start over once because my voice was still pretty weak) that I wasn't 100%, but I was better enough to be there tomorrow because there was no way I'd miss three days in a row, she responded with, "Yeah, I was going to say something to you along those lines as well, so I'm glad to hear you'll be in tomorrow."
Excuse me? We've had many, many people at work lately sick for long stretches of time, two cases of which were confirmed H1N1, and you're going to seemingly threaten me for taking a second day to get better? Screw that. Seriously. I've busted my ass there for three years as of a week ago, get assigned to the cafe against my will, (I don't mind so much that I'm there, just the fact that when asked if I wanted to be trained two years ago, I said no, and they said too bad,) get stuck with a horrible schedule and told if I want to change it I can voluntarily go part time and give my hours to someone else who wants them, and I know for a fact I make less than damn near every single other employee there (only two of which have been there longer than me and are non-supervisor/non-manager) and you're going to come across like that?
I can't wait until my appointment at Longview to find out how much aid I can get, and how many classes I'll be able to take. With any luck, I'll get enough that I can focus on school and get a part time job elsewhere, maybe waiting tables again one or two nights a week or something. At least that way, I'll be getting tips instead of bullshit.
Anyway, time for another dose of NyQuil. I'll need one to get to sleep tonight, and who knows, maybe I'll need one to make it through work tomorrow.