I’m in the final hour of a long shift when my manager walks over to me with a look I know all too well.
Me: “No, no, no…”
Manager: “I need you to stay another hour.”
Me: “No, I’m tired.”
Manager: “We all are, but [Coworker] is running late and you need to cover.”
I figure it’s not worth arguing, so I stay the extra hour.
The next day, the manager calls my attention to the schedule.
Me: “You put me on Friday morning. I told you I can’t do Friday mornings; I have class.”
Manager: “We need you all to be flexible because the schedule can change. See you Friday morning.”
That was on Wednesday. The next day, my mom calls me and tells me she’s having a minor medical emergency (nothing too crazy; she ended up being fine), so I had to drive over and then take her to the hospital. I call my manager on my way to pick up my boss.
Me: “I can’t make it in today. Likely won’t be able to come in tomorrow morning either.”
Manager: “That’s not acceptable, you’re on the schedule—”
Me: “—I need you to be flexible because the schedule can change. Call you later.”
I didn’t care if I got fired (and I didn’t because I’m a reliable worker in a badly managed store with crazy staff turnover), but it sure did feel good to use his own words against him.