My management has some weird priorities. They let the older women who work here do whatever they want without any warning, but somehow- because I’m young- I’m expected to report constantly. I feel like soon I have to ask for the bathroom pass.
I got food poisoning from work Monday, left halfway through the day and let my off site manager know (who is never here, doesn’t need to be here, and doesn’t need to know what I’m doing). The next day, I still wasn’t feeling great so I took off. Today, I get a very salty email asking where I was and why I didn’t check in.
It’s my time off. Also, you knew I had gotten sick… we’re all intelligent enough here, don’t you think you could assume I may still be feeling ill? Do you want pictures next time? Am I meant to text you while my head is in my toilet? Jesus. I’m an adult. Go away.