Working The Dead Shift
(I’m a waitress at a local diner that has new owners. I’ve worked there for nearly three years, for the previous owners, without any issue. It is a few weeks after the new owners take over, and my best friend passes away suddenly. I call work to tell them I won’t be in the next day, as I have to take care of things until her family can arrive from out of state.)
Owner: “Wait, so you’re not coming in tonight?”
Me: “No. I mean, not tonight. I don’t work tonight. I work tomorrow, at 11. I won’t be in, though; I’m sorry. [Coworker] said she’d cover for me, though.”
Owner: “You can’t just miss your shift. You need a doctor’s note.”
Me: “I’m not sick. My best friend just died.”
(I’m clearly upset, and have been crying for hours.)
Owner: “Oh. Well, I’m sorry, but if you’re going to miss work, I’m going to have to write you up.”
Me: “What?”
Owner: “Yeah. I mean, you’re not really giving me any notice, here. I need at least three days.”
Me: “So… your policy is that I have to give you notice three days before someone dies?”
Owner: “Yes!”
(I found another job soon after. Some time later, I learned that the owners had to shut down because they’d run off all of their good help and loyal customers with their crazy ways!)