When
I came back from lunch, I find out from a front end manager that she doesn't
feel well and can only work until 4, and how they have absolutely nobody else
that can go in the money center from 4-9.
I
closed the first register, and when I was coming back from handing the bag in,
who do I see, but miss "I'm too sick to work more than 4 hours" shopping with
her boyfriend/husband/slave/
Now as much as I want to be replaced in
there, so I can transfer out, I was pissed, so I went right over to my manager
and told them ...
If you're going to leave early because you're sick, don't be
stupid enough to come shopping that same night while the same people are
working... omgggggg





















She was to sick to work, but that didn't mean that she was to sick to go out and buy things. She probably just got out from eating a nice dinner with the boy toy.
Posted by: atombomb1945 | November 30, 2009 at 03:40 PM
We've had people pull that stunt at work too. They get "too sick" to work but then go shopping right after they clock out. At least go to another store so we don't know you're faking.
I hate fakers. It makes life more difficult for those of us who work hard, come in sick and stay working when we should be quarantined because the fakers make management think everyone is faking.
Posted by: Spritzy | November 30, 2009 at 05:41 PM
I can understand why people want to take a sick day off from all the shit (c'mon, most of us are guilty every now and then) but coming back to the scene of the crime is fucking stupid. Not to mention simply flat out rude how you're waving that in front of all the co-workers that are pissed that they now have to cover your ass.
I vote for this girl to be forcibly sterilized. All in favor?
Posted by: CrustyCusty | November 30, 2009 at 07:24 PM
Aye!
Oh, last time I was too sick to come in, I went to the doctor for a note and some prescription meds. Because my pharmacy is right next to my job, I went and handed in the note while barely able to stay standing up. The personnel manager blinked in surprise and said, "You know, you could have given me this when you came back." I shrugged and told him I had time while my sweet codine syrup was being prepared.
Posted by: Michael | November 30, 2009 at 10:53 PM
I'm not even sure how to categorize this story. What possessed her to come back to the store she works at and go shopping, only a few hours after she said she was too sick to work. Haha. That's so weird.
Posted by: Retail Drone #37 | December 01, 2009 at 09:08 AM
Its called the "blew flu". As in 'I blew that one right over your head!'
I once got sick with the flu and was out for a week while working at a vet's office. I did all the gross kennel work, but I didn't mind it one bit. It was my favorite job, actually. I tried to go back after a week, but I almost passed out at work, and they made me go home. I was able to get into the dr's right away, and was diagnosed with bronchitis. I was out for another 2 weeks and felt awful. It was literally exhausting to walk from one end of the house to the other for me.
That left the vet and his wife, who was the receptionist, to cover my position all that time. I never felt so helpless and indebted to my boss for not firing me. So when you get jerkoffs like that that abuse the system, it makes people who are really sick look like fakers, even with a doctor's note.
Posted by: Pharmacy_psycho | December 01, 2009 at 10:18 AM
I've come into work sick before. I had called in a day before and got refused. Unfortunately, it was the same night as the douchy manager worked. I was forced to work the register because "the only other people working were the Spanish ladies who only know a little bit of english (ummm???? they work fitting rooms and so do I, and I don't know spanish, what does that have to do with anything?). My nose was red, I was sniffling, running a fever, the whole works. FOUR different times of the night I got dizzy spells. One of my coworkers noticed and asked the manager if I could perhaps switch with her and go to the fitting rooms, but douchy manager refused.
On top of that, a few customers refused having me serve them due to me being sick and their fear of the piggy flu. I'm sorry, let me go put on my hazmat suit! Every time that happened, I called the manager up, but apparently he was too busy to help and I ended up getting lectured by five different people that went something like "What is wrong with you?! Trying to get me sick!!"
Five minutes before closing, no customers in the store, I went to go get a drink of water. Douchy manager says "Where do you think you're going?" I say "water fountain." He says "No, you're going to clean your station."
The next day I had to work still, and I called in again. My head was splitting, I could barely breathe due to coughing so much, all I wanted to do that night was stay put on the couch at home as my boyfriend played nurse (not in the kinky way, though). The manager was about to refuse me again, so I was like "Hey, I can barely breathe, barely keep my eyes open, and barely stand! I am not going in!"
Needless to say, I quit within a month because he became the main manager.
Posted by: Megan | December 01, 2009 at 11:53 AM
Happened to me frequently. I was single and childless (at the time) so guess who got to cover all the mommies? Because I don't have a life? Right?
"Oooo, Nancy can come in today. Her son is sick."
Guess who came in with Junior while Nancy was off slackin'? The babysitter with Nancy's perfectly healthy son. Manager didn't do sh*t because the were besties and the single girl don't need a life or a day off.
Posted by: Wal-Slave | December 05, 2009 at 09:35 AM