just a little sick

It is rather sad, when i walk into work yesterday, fully expecting Don to be ignorant and stupid. Some of you knew that i called in sick on Wednesday morning, which resulted in me losing about 8 hours worth of earnings at least (or, more likely, a 9 and a half hours shift). most of you, too, like Don, would know that i am also in need of money, or i wouldn’t be begging for all those shifts.

in total, i do about 9 shifts a week, that’s on the roster. un-rostered, it would generally be 10 shifts. i get called in for those “10th” shifts, which i would do anyways, just for them because i know they are short staffed. this entire week is supposed to be “relaxed” for the most part, so we aren’t that short staffed. add to the fact that Niccie’s been asked to come back (despite being fired), this is an easy week in comparison to what we had.

so when i asked to be off on Wednesday, i knew full well that they would handle it, other than the morning shift. While Don’s fully capable of handling lunches, he’s just too lazy to work at all. Don’t get me wrong, he can be a great person. however, he just loves to talk himself up rather than really do any work. His idea of working hard? an entire morning spent on ebay, looking for motorcycle parts for his dirt bike.

he’s also the only guy this week, of his lot of “friends” in the kitchen, to be working the full week, so he’s just a little unhappy that our boss, who’s from Sydney, had to be away and put him in charge. no, really, why should a manager work, yer?

so when i walked in yesterday, still queasy with a gassy and upset stomach, i knew i was about to face an indignant moron. because i couldn’t turn up the night before, he couldn’t just hand over his entire responsibility to me to look after the restaurant, and just secretly take the night off - words according to one of his kitchen “buddies”.

but i bore with the pain, the boredom, and tried to thoroughly enjoy work. however, niccie’s idea of “greeting” me, was to give me an ass-butt into my stomach. now, i don’t mind messing around with my colleagues, i love it. however, niccie’s been way past fun. her initial hip-butts to me, went from a slight annoyance to full blown pain just prior to her being fired. couple that with my already fragile stomach, last night wasn’t fun.

i almost threw up, and shat right on the spot.

so i asked to leave early, whenever they could. it wasn’t that busy, but it wasn’t fair for me to just dump my section on someone else either at 8.30 when i started later than anyone. Don was in the office doing some accounting. just so you know, he hates my new boss, and claims my new boss has shit accounting skills, thus he checks and double checks them, much to his agony coz he hates it. When i asked to leave early at that point, he started grumbling that if only i had just take over his job now, i would know how “sick” his headache really is.

this is coming from a person who proudly proclaimed he drank for 3 days in a row for christmas - so why should i sympathise him?

but thinking he’s busy, and couldn’t attend to me, i decided to leave him alone and come back later. an hour later, he was out and about, and i reminded him gently to please let me go home early, i am not feeling well. he looked at me and full on sarcasm mode - “who’s really sick?” he raised his arm, “me. and i am not complaining. if you want to leave now, i don’t give a shit.”

“er, no, this is not going to be fair to the other girls. i just ask to leave slightly early…”

“yer well, i can take on your section if i have to.” then he put on his “i am not taking your lies right now” face.

i looked him up and down. Don, at best. can handle TWO tables. besides, he’s aways trying to shirk off his work. knowing he would just chuck the section to Mel or Niccie, i wasn’t about to let him just heap his work on someone else, or my work. he’s an utter lazy asshole, and all these “sick days” are really just valid to him.

“uh, no, i will just stick to my section. they are fine the way they are without you.”

and instead of being shock, he nodded with his looks going, “that’s the way to do it… i knew you were not sick.”

i got mad, and upset. and eventually i broke down. it’s not fair i am really sick and this dickwad wouldn’t let me go home early because “i am faking it”, despite the fact that i worked my arse off for him the entire christmas season and more.

i finally threw up today at work, and he sent me home. while he didn’t send me home early last night, he didn’t even ask if i felt better. he laughed when i told him i threw up and need to disinfect the toilet.

the irony?

“i don’t want you to feel like i am compelling you to stay on and work.”

whatever Don. whatever.