Sometimes The Human Body Just Rejects Retail
I used to work at a furniture store. One day, I had horribly bad luck, and my bank account got hacked and all my money went missing (that’s a saga for another time). Because of the time when I realized stuff was missing, I had to wait until the next day to go to my bank’s branch and take care of the onsite stuff. I’d already been planning on going to work late the next day because I also had a doctor’s appointment.
With everything going on — and the fact that my manager had already made me come in on my day off — I decided I didn’t want to go in the next day at all and deal with my manager and customers.
I go to my manager toward the end of the day.
Me: “Can I take tomorrow as my other day off? I have my appointment in the morning, and then I have to go to the bank to handle this stuff, so it’ll probably be early afternoon before I’m here anyway.”
Manager: “I don’t want you taking all day off. Just come in whenever you can.”
I didn’t even try to argue because she wouldn’t have listened. I just decided I was going to take my time with everything. She told me to get in whenever I could. She would have no way of knowing that it didn’t take me six-plus hours at the bank (Petty? Possibly. Did I give a single, solitary f***? NOPE.)
Apparently, my body had other ideas.
The next morning, I went to my appointment and then to the bank. It was just before lunch by the time everything was done. I decided that I didn’t want to spend money on fast food or anything, and I was still trying to stall going to work, so I went home and made lunch. I took about two bites and promptly ran into the bathroom and threw it all up.
Once I finished, I decided that I was not even going to walk into work super late, and I texted my manager.
Me: “I’m not feeling all that well. I’m not coming in at all today.”
Manager: “I really need you in.”
Me: “I literally just threw up, so I’m not coming in.”
Manager: “Fine. See you tomorrow.”
I cleaned up the rest of my lunch and put it in the fridge for later, got into my pajamas, and curled up and watched TV. I didn’t have any other issues, so I’m pretty sure I was just stressed beyond belief. I did make it in the next day and had to deal with my manager side-eyeing me all day. I got another job as fast as I could.