There’s No Way This Is Legal, Right?
I’m epileptic. I have both grand mal (falling to the ground convulsing) and petit mal (unresponsive stand and stare) seizures. The time comes for my first job and I have one requirement: I cannot be alone. If the seizure doesn’t kill me, collapsing and braining myself on a counter will. On Sunday nights, only one person works. Great, just don’t put me on for Sundays. Simple. Not to my boss who has four other employees. But [Coworker] watches football, so it has to be me.
I explain, for the thirtieth time, that I can’t be there alone. Tough, he says. I have to have my mom stop by every hour to make sure I’m okay on her one day off. On Monday, my boss calls me to the side.
Boss: “Just so you know, this isn’t because of your epilepsy.”
Great start.
Boss: “But I need someone for Sunday, and if you can’t work it because of your epilepsy, I’m letting you go.”
Me: “So, you are letting me go because my epilepsy makes it where I can’t be alone for my safety?”
Boss: “Yes. It’s not your epilepsy.”
Me: “You just… Never mind.”
Two days later:
Boss: “You need to come back; we are short-staffed.”
Me: “You fired me for having a medical condition. And you want me back? Still can’t work Sundays.”
Boss: “No Sundays.”
Guess who finally agreed as a favor to a coworker and was put on the schedule for Sunday alone? Guess who quit the next day?
I’m sorry my potentially deadly medical condition that you knew I had from the beginning is an inconvenience to you.