Eight Whole Minutes Never Felt So Good
I recently started working for a breakfast chain as a dishwasher. I used to only be scheduled in the evenings due to my class schedule, but I’ve started to be scheduled in the mornings. I feel a bit walked over when it comes to this, and I have been trying to come up with a way to stand up for myself.
During one shift, I notice that there are periods of time when the servers are getting breaks despite the rush of customers, while I (and the others in the back of the house) do not. Because customers keep coming in, there is a constant rush of dishes that have to be taken care of for the entire shift, on top of the side work that I need to complete.
Exactly eight minutes before I am scheduled to clock out, I go to the front of the house to get some water. As soon as I lean on the counter, the manager walks by and notices.
Manager: “Oh, [My Name], you look tired! Do you need a break?”
I take a second to process what he’s saying, especially since he’s the one who made the schedule and writes it in multiple places, so he should know when everyone’s schedule is. I look him dead in the eye and get real serious.
Me: “I am scheduled here until two o’clock. I’m supposed to go home soon.”
Manager: “Oh.”
He tries to look away for a second, but I keep eye contact.
Me: “So, can I go home?”
Manager: *Pauses* “Yes.”
I didn’t get in trouble for talking back, and I’m really proud that I was able to stand up for myself just a bit.