I’m not kidding.
C was so sick and trying to make it through a shift that she tossed her cookies in a trash can right next to me. What was going around?
H1N1, that’s what.
Another server had to rush her child to the emergency room the previous week. The manager on duty asked her if she could try to cover her shift while she was en route to the hospital. Her boy is only six years old and he has so much damage to his lungs that he will be a permanent asthmatic for all of his days….
There is no sympathy among the management at our restaurant.
You had better be here.
They don’t care if you could infect every person in this city.
They don’t care if you need to take care of a sick child.
They don’t care if you have a fever.
They don’t care if you have time or are well enough to make the required phone calls to cover your shift.
Recall we don’t get paid for sick time.
They don’t care.
When C threw up in the trash can next to me.
I offered to do her side-work and roll her silverware.
The MOD said, “I need you on the floor. She can do it.”
They really, really don’t care.