I work a warehouse job. I drive heavy machinery. This warehouse is at the end of a winding, circuitous, hilly road, which is prone to freezing over with thick sheets of ice during wintertime. This morning, I attempted to report for work, only to find out that a tractor-trailer had eaten shit, blocking both sides of the road.
I called my supervisor and informed him that I could not make it to work, due to the accident blocking the only road to the work site, as well as heavy police presence in the area. He understood and said something to the effect of, “Hey, stuff happens. You aren't the only one. Use your sick time. Don't be a hero.”
So I go home and then get immediately berated by my parents for not working, despite having done everything according to company procedures, and doing my due diligence in attempting to get to work. They want me to try to go back to work the same day, along the same iced-over, hazardous, hilly, circuitous road, which other people already ate shit on, purely so that I could “earn my keep.”
Nevermind that my car is 16 years old, front-wheel-drive only, and has a rather high center of gravity. Nevermind that I skidded and spun multiple times on the road even with a light throttle application. Nevermind that I did everything the company told me to do in an event like this. But no, fuck you, go to work, you “ungrateful child.”