I am so damn sick of people who aren’t punctual. I’m a breakfast cook. I get out of bed every morning at four o’clock. I bicycle or walk two miles to work, five days a week, in all kinds of weather. And I punch the time clock at 5:30 AM. Every damn day. I’ve overslept only once since starting my current job last July. The only day of work I’ve missed was the day I had jury duty - and my boss and coworkers knew about that a week in advance.
By the end of my shift, at 1:30 PM, I’m pretty tired. But I don’t get to actually clock out until 1:45 or 2:00, or even later, because the fucking night cook hasn’t shown up yet. Did I mention that I walk and bicycle to work? That’s because I don’t have a car. The night cooks have cars, and still can’t get to work on time. Yo, Chef! You say you couldn’t get here on time because you threw your wife out and you have custody of the kids, and you have to get them places? Guess what? There are a whole bunch of waitresses here who are single mothers who have to do the same thing, and they get to work on time. What’s your excuse again?
My (former) other breakfast cook - the guy who worked my days off, and backed me up on the weekends - finally got himself fired. See, one Saturday morning, he didn’t show up until a half-hour before the end of his shift. That’s when I learned that his wife was filing for divorce, and he felt too rotten to work. (Talked to his wife - she said he was the one who was filing.) So, okay, I understand. I’ll let it slide. He talked to the chef, and the chef told him to go ahead and take a week off and get his head together. Cool enough.
So I worked ten days in a row to cover my shifts and his shifts. I didn’t mind - the guy was my friend, and I wanted to help. But then… the next two months became a steady parade of this guy calling in “sick”, or claiming “family emergencies”, or just not showing up (“sick” and “family emergency” being clever euphemisms for “horribly hung over”).
One night, on my day off, I decided to go down to the bar to sing some karaoke. Guess who I found sitting there, good and drunk? Yes, it was him. I said to him, “Dude, don’t forget you’ve gotta be at work in the morning!” “Oh, I’ll be fine, as long as I get my four hours of sleep.” He was still there when I left at midnight. The night chef got to come in and cover dude’s shift the next morning, because dude had called in with yet another “family emergency”. I made sure that the chef learned exactly what kind of emergency it was. Besides, I can’t stand it when the night chef has to come in and work breakfast - he’s not a breakfast cook, and all he does is piss off my regular customers.
Meanwhile, I’ve been at this job only eight months, and I’ve already seen a promotion and two raises. Why? Because, quoting the manager, “You’re the only one we can count on.” These other cooks are all grown men in their thirties. They should know the drill by now.