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My manager, S, is on holiday. She is taking one of the two weeks she has to take before April, as we aren't allowed to carry it over.
Of course, the day her holiday starts, our sunday supervisor (the person other than me who can open the shop during this week) goes down with this- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Norovirus -It's horrible. I had it a year or so ago, I was throwing up every twenty minutes for six hours, with a fever so high I was half-hallucinating, with horrendous diarrhea, unable to eat. So, he can't come in. Tuesday he promised me he'd be in on thursday, and I could finally get my day off. The same tuesday he made me stay past six so he could pick up the artwork he left there by accident.
Obviously, he can no longer come in tomorrow. This is not what I am pissed off about.
I am pissed off at him leaving it till half ten to tell me. Telling me by text, and when he got no answer, ringing S on her holiday and asking HER to tell me, rather than biting the bullet himself. He did this Sunday night as well, called me at 11:15pm to tell me he wouldn't be in so I'd be all on my own monday. With no help. At all. He's promised me Friday. I am going to ring him tomorrow and tell him- I am not pissed off about him being sick, or not coming in. I'd rather he didn't. But that in future, he calls me earlier, so I can rearrange any plans I might have. How does he know I'm not at a club at 10pm? That, thinking I wouldn't be in I might be partying? He needs to tell me earlier than an hour before I'm due to go to bed. And he needs to tell me himself rather than get someone else to do his dirty work.
ANd you know what? A little while ago, when I had this? I warned people WAY in advance I wouldn't be in. When it looked like it was carrying on I told them I wouldn't be in for a good three days.
Of course, the day her holiday starts, our sunday supervisor (the person other than me who can open the shop during this week) goes down with this- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Norovirus -It's horrible. I had it a year or so ago, I was throwing up every twenty minutes for six hours, with a fever so high I was half-hallucinating, with horrendous diarrhea, unable to eat. So, he can't come in. Tuesday he promised me he'd be in on thursday, and I could finally get my day off. The same tuesday he made me stay past six so he could pick up the artwork he left there by accident.
Obviously, he can no longer come in tomorrow. This is not what I am pissed off about.
I am pissed off at him leaving it till half ten to tell me. Telling me by text, and when he got no answer, ringing S on her holiday and asking HER to tell me, rather than biting the bullet himself. He did this Sunday night as well, called me at 11:15pm to tell me he wouldn't be in so I'd be all on my own monday. With no help. At all. He's promised me Friday. I am going to ring him tomorrow and tell him- I am not pissed off about him being sick, or not coming in. I'd rather he didn't. But that in future, he calls me earlier, so I can rearrange any plans I might have. How does he know I'm not at a club at 10pm? That, thinking I wouldn't be in I might be partying? He needs to tell me earlier than an hour before I'm due to go to bed. And he needs to tell me himself rather than get someone else to do his dirty work.
ANd you know what? A little while ago, when I had this? I warned people WAY in advance I wouldn't be in. When it looked like it was carrying on I told them I wouldn't be in for a good three days.
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