There was a one-day sale at my store today. I was scheduled from 6:45am to 3:15. God, I hate mornings. And the “one-day sale” created exactly the kind of chaos I was anticipating but didn’t experience on Black Friday.
So when I was clocking in, I overheard this:
Jenny [manager]: I can’t believe Moe called off today! Sick? I don’t care if he’s sick! He should come in anyway.
Manny [co-worker]: I’ve worked when I was sick.
Jenny: We need everyone we can get today!
Manny: Unless he’s in the hospital…
Rilchiam: [whonk] Don’t mind me! Just blowing my nose; sinuses act up early in the morning. I don’t have a fever or anything!
Jenny: He says he has a fever! Pfffff! I’ve worked when I had a fever!
Manny: I’ve worked with a fractured ankle and e-coli and an alien birthing itself from my abdomen…
Okay, that last line wasn’t an exact quote ;). And of course I didn’t say so, but I don’t think Moe, or anyone else, should work eight hours of the first day they’re sick. Especially not a day like today was. And especially in a job where you don’t get health benefits. Stay in bed for the first day and it’ll be over a lot quicker. Push yourself, and it could hang around a loooooong time, plus you could infect everyone else.
Honestly, I thought I was in that Simpsons episode where the two Japanese factory workers are giggling about how they’ve successfully kept their supervisors from knowing that they’re sick. Ha ha ha, cough, and Springfield gets a box full of germs.
No, I don’t think he should have come to work today.