I supervise a call centre on weekends. On Sunday morning, before the shift was due to start, I recieved a phone call from one of the rostered staff telling me he was running late, but would be there ASAP.
He arrived (with his girlfriend who was also rostered on) about an hour and a half later. As I was logging them on to their computers, I noticed they looked a bit crook.
Quite a lot under the weather actually. In fact, they looked completely shitfaced as if they had just had a goodly whack of something into their veins. I guessed that the reason for their lateness was due to a last-minute run to find a dealer from whom to score some heroin. :rolleyes:
So, being the supervisor, I made a judgement call and told the two of them to piss off home because they were obviously affected by some sort of substance and that is Not Cool at Work. Not only would they be unable to actually work effectively, I considered it as a health and safety issue as well. Anyway, they left (complaining bitterly), I filled out an early leaving report, and the rest of the staff thanked me for saving them from a day of sitting around the sniffling and pin-eyed pair.
That WOULD have been the end of the story…a silly lapse of judgement on their part and a bit of office gossip for a few hours.
But then Mr. Junkie rang work yesterday (Monday) to whinge to management about his treatment by me!! He categorically denied that he and Ms. Junkie were substance affected, and demanded to be compensated for the lost hours at work. Yeah. Right. :rolleyes:
The Boss calmly explained to him that there is no way in hell that they will be compensated, and that my decision about sending them home was final, and that they were more than welcome to seek legal redress for their treatment, but there was still no bloody way he was going to be compensated. The Boss was prepared to give them enough benefit of the doubt to retain their jobs, but on the understanding that if it happened again, they would be immediately dismissed. I thought that was damned generous of him myself, but he’s a genuinely nice guy our Boss.
Look, it’s simple you fuckwits. You don’t come to work pissed, or stoned or smacked off yer’ face. It’s just not right, and it’s even less right to claim that you have been mistreated because of your stupidity. I’m not able to do a drug test, but it was obvious even to ME (a middle-aged old hag who has never used in her life) that you were severely incapacitated by whatever you scored that morning.
You’re lucky that you even have a job. In fact, it probably would have been wise of you to actually turn up for your rostered shift today. I don’t think your protestations will hold much water now somehow.