Yesterday my motorcycle broke down on the way to work at 6 in the morning. I called the manager on duty, let them know what was happening, and then pushed my 560lb motorcycle uphill (I live on a mountainside) about a mile. I'm not very strong, about average for a woman probably. It took me nearly two hours.
When I got home, I was rightly exhausted. I texted the manager on duty and then passed out.
Today the general manager came in. For once. There were several days this week he was supposed to come in, but didn't. Whatever. He doesn't do much anyway. When I'm finishing up and about to leave, he calls me to the office. Which was fine, I thought. I was going to tell him not to schedule me on truck days because I wouldn't be able to find a ride a 6 in the morning. He asks me why I wasn't there yesterday, and I think that's fine, I'd explain what happened and that would be that. Instead he accuses me of being lazy, that he's done the same before. I told him that I was exhausted afterwards and wouldn't have been able to work anyway, and the manager on duty was aware and said it was okay, not to mention I also didn't have a ride when I got home anyway. Then he said that I should have called an Uber, to which I told him I can't really even afford an Uber.
He has the gall to ask how can I not afford an Uber because they give us a decent wage. I nearly lost it. We get $13.25 an hour, and I get at most 24 hours a week. I used to get upper 30s, but they cut that because of labor. (That was a whole other deal, and I just became maliciously compliant since they said we had to leave at clock out even though there's usually another couple hours worth of prep to do before they cut down the amount of people on each shift.)
I held my tongue and just said, “My shift is over” and walked out. A friend brought me home and once I was alone I just started rage crying.
Sorry, I needed to rant.