My dad will probably die of blood cancer. When I told my supervisor this and that I needed a couple days off, Marie told me the saddest story I think I’ve ever heard in my life. She was working late, as she usually did, and off the clock, as she usually did. Her dad called from the hospital and she let it go to voicemail. The next day, when she got the message, her dad was already dead. She told me this story yesterday and today I called her and quit.