The Guilt
I have tried to call in sick to Starbucks all freaking day. They've apparently been swamped - didn't even answer the phone several times. There is apparently a new person & they are somewhat short-handed. It's a Friday night - a typical crazy night since the store is just next to the movies.
I'm sick, probably contagous. I'm wiped. The rational part of my brain is telling me that they will survive, it's a PT job, if they want to fire me for not showing, go for it. I'll live.
But the do-goody side of my brain, the "responsible" portion is telling me to show up, put in a few hours & suffer through it.
edited to add
I called in sick. It's ridiculous - there isn't even anyone I can call to cover for me. Everyone has either worked so many hours they'd be in overtime, or out of town. Stupid. I feel badly for the people working who will be slammed tonight, but I'd be of no help there anyway.
I'm sick, probably contagous. I'm wiped. The rational part of my brain is telling me that they will survive, it's a PT job, if they want to fire me for not showing, go for it. I'll live.
But the do-goody side of my brain, the "responsible" portion is telling me to show up, put in a few hours & suffer through it.
edited to add
I called in sick. It's ridiculous - there isn't even anyone I can call to cover for me. Everyone has either worked so many hours they'd be in overtime, or out of town. Stupid. I feel badly for the people working who will be slammed tonight, but I'd be of no help there anyway.