So I called in sick...

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Called in sick. Nasty icky miserable headache, crampy, blah blah blah. I feel good enough to plop my ass by the computer (for a spell) but damned if I’m going to work. Not when the headache lingers and threatens to get worse. Uh uh. I’ve dragged myself in too many times when I felt like crap, I don’t feel like doing it this time. Not with all the sick time I have stored up.

Regulations at work dictate that we try to give the boss a lot of advance notice if we call in sick. (We don’t have to, but we are encouraged to.) They need to find relief staff for us if we call in, so the sooner they know, the better. So I called in the middle of the night last night, (when the headache was at its worst) and told the person there that I was sick and couldn’t come in. They will then call the boss at 7 am in the morning and notify them. All according to the rules. Gave them plenty of notice.

But the night staff person didn’t call the boss! They must have forgotten. I believe it was an honest mistake—nothing more. But the boss just called me a little while ago, (an hour into my shift) wondering where I was! So much for advance notice! He will have to scramble to find a replacement for me. Damn! I feel bad about that. (I don’t worry that the night staff will try to weasel out and pretend I didn’t call—a few other people know I was trying to reach her last night.)

I don’t know, it’s a screwed up system they have. Why not let us leave messages too? Something? I don’t know. It’s screwed.

Well, I had to share. As I sit here with my icky headache. (I am such a wimp, but I hate headaches!)

I’m sure others here have sick day stories. Or something.

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Oh damn. This is the wrong forum. I’ll notify a mod. See what this headache has done to me?

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I left work early Saturday, and called in sick the next day; 24-hour flu. Nasty stuff. I’ll spare you the TMI. I also left detailed notes on how to cover my shift with the minimum impact. I come in Monday morning (I have Monday off) at 5:20 AM to write an order, as I must do when the dept. boss is on vacation. I’m still real sick, should not be there, and, of course, it’s raining.

I write the order on paper, then scan it in, then go upstairs to upload to the computer. Computer’s stuck on some weird login screen that no one has ever seen before and no one knows what to do with. After an hour of phone calls and fiddling around with everything, I finally get the goddamned thing to work and get my order in and go home. But not before the store boss questioning me, if I turned it off.

“You know you’re not supposed to turn the computer off.”

“Yeah, I assumed that. I didn’t.”

“You’re sure? Because you’re not supposed to.”

“Yes, I’m sure. [stumbles away]”

Then later that day I go in to buy some bread, or as I call it, “First meal in two days.” As I walks by, he starts bugging me about my call-in. Note, the last time I called in sick, I had strep throat, and I think the only time before that was when I sliced the tip of my finger off with the meat slicer. Neither happened on purpose.

“Hey, Troy McClure SF, I heard you called in sick Saturday. How come?”

[tries to figure out when Saturday fell in the cycle of sleep-lay awake-SDMB] “I was sick, left early the night before. Musta been the 24-hour flu.”

“Hmm, well, alright, but your boss is really counting on you to keep things running.”

“Well, yeah, dinkhead, that’s why you saw my ass here at 5:20 fixing your computer and uploading my order to meet your ridiculous sales quota.”

OK, not the last part.

And keep in mind that I’m seriously groggy all these instances. What an assbulb.

I know it doesn;t sound too bad, but he’s relatively new, and he seemed to be strongly suggesting that I took a little one-day vacation at his deli’s expense. Perhaps next time I’ll have to come in and vomit on some product for him.

This got long, sorry for the semi-hijack, yosemitebabe.

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Hey, that’s what this thread is for, Troy! Sick day stories! And you gave a good one! (Hope you are feeling better.)