So, we all know that I've been running myself crazy most of the month since we're short on staff and short on hours and long on mess and lazy employees. And I keep getting sick because I'm exhausted from the above? And my sleep schedule is more erratic than it's been in a long time?
Well, today was the kicker.
I woke up this morning, fully intending on going to work, even up at the god-awful hour of eight so I'd be wide-awake by the time I got there. That was, until I walked into the kitchen and got sick. Twice. Epically. Tired, achy, and projectile is not the way you want to start what is sure to be the most stressful day in the entire month. Because inventory starts tomorrow morning at 5 AM. Especially since you were working a ten-hour (or more) shift and are the one scheduled to close the night before inventory. The one that will be thrown under the bus if there's anything out of place. Feeling like this? Suuuure. As guilty as I feel for it, the prospect of getting myself, my Softside keyholder, and my fellow employees in trouble because I can't hack it today is just too much. Not to mention trying to be sweet to customers and ring register and clean up when I feel like this. It's a Catch-22 and I know it.
This is made all the worse by the fact that I was off yesterday and I'll be off tomorrow. So it looks like I scored myself a three-day weekend. Which I'm sure will be commented on on Tuesday. Now, I never do this on purpose. Seriously. I've never just taken a sanity day at work. My conscience would kill me if I did. I hate other people having to do my work. Honestly, it's good for me in that, being sick, I can rest up and have time to feel better before I'm due back. On the other hand, I look like I'm being sneaky and taking advantage. Which I hate. But what can you do?
In the end, I called the job and told them what happened and that I wouldn't be there. F didn't sound happy and I know it's going to be a bitch to find someone to cover the shift, but at least they don't have to worry about me bombing out on them like I did a couple of Sundays ago. Should have called out then, but I was too stubborn. At least this way they know and I at least managed to call them an hour and a half before I was scheduled instead of fifteen minutes before I walked out the door or when I walked in the door for my shift.
I'll likely pay for it in cut hours or something for a few weeks, but I really need to learn that I need to stay home if I'm sick. Whether they get mad or not, I'm no use to them when I feel like this.