Today when I walk into work I am presented with a new policy to read and sign. If I am sick, I need to call work and let them know at least 12 hours before. This is perfect because I work at 10am so clearly I will know I'm sick the night before and call in. Although, I'm really thinking if I knew I was going to be sick the night before I am actually sick, chances are I'm not really sick in the first place.
If I call in sick, I need to bring a doctor's note saying I was sick. Glad to know I am back in high school once again. Also good that they believe people go to the doctor everytime they are sick. I can't ignore this. I tell the manager I have no insurance and don't go to the doctor everytime I have a headache or sore throat. He declares there are places to go where they don't charge you. I think he is stupid.
If I do not call in at least 12 hours before or show up with a doctor's note, I will get a verbal warning. On the second offense I will be written up. On the third offense I will be immediately terminated. I like how they've used the word terminated. Interesting TERMinology. Ha. I am witty. My manager disagrees.
I get two tables today. I make four dollars. I spend this money at work on a cheeseburger. I hate my life.
In other news, I may actually have my thesis done by Sunday. Let's not plan any celebrations yet.
If I call in sick, I need to bring a doctor's note saying I was sick. Glad to know I am back in high school once again. Also good that they believe people go to the doctor everytime they are sick. I can't ignore this. I tell the manager I have no insurance and don't go to the doctor everytime I have a headache or sore throat. He declares there are places to go where they don't charge you. I think he is stupid.
If I do not call in at least 12 hours before or show up with a doctor's note, I will get a verbal warning. On the second offense I will be written up. On the third offense I will be immediately terminated. I like how they've used the word terminated. Interesting TERMinology. Ha. I am witty. My manager disagrees.
I get two tables today. I make four dollars. I spend this money at work on a cheeseburger. I hate my life.
In other news, I may actually have my thesis done by Sunday. Let's not plan any celebrations yet.
posted by KC in Katoland at 9:12 PM
3 Comments:
That call in stuff is total BS. Like you said, um you'll know at least 12 hours before? I don't think so. In place of a doctor's note, maybe the manager will accept a note from your mommy. And stay away from the free clinics. I heard that you can get even sicker just by going to one of those places. Keep your head up, it will be alright...or at least that's what everyone keeps telling me!
I have called into work once in my life, and it was two years ago at the old Grizzlebee's. Well, actually, I barely called in, as my flu had robbed me of any voice above a fucking croak. I had to whisper into the phone that yes, it was me, no it wasn't a prank, etc., and finally my manager was like, Well, why can't you come in?
DEAR DUMBASS: IF YOUR SERVER CANNOT SPEAK,THEY CANNOT TALK TO THE TABLE. Also, who the fuck would want to accept food from somebody who sounds as if her vocal cords are coated in a thick slimy coat of snot?
Yeah. I hate restaurants.
Sween,
That's ridiculous.
JenBrown
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