So I was up all night with stomach cramps and constipation and I decided to call out. My shift is a 6:30pm dishwashing at fucking Olive Garden. Mind you the restaurant closes at 10pm so at most I would've been there 4 hours.
I call and with my crap luck the GM answers. I tell him what's going on and that I'm not coming in and the first thing he says is:
“Who's gonna work for you? You gotta help me out dude we need to come up with a solution.”
In my head: YOU'RE THE FUCKING MANAGER! IT'S LITERALLY YOUR JOB TO FIND A REPLACEMENT! NOT MINE!”
My mouth: I don't know? I don't have any other dishwasher's phone number.
He rambles on with the same crap and hangs up. Well I told him I wasn't coming in and I'm not. If he's fires me then I'll go to his boss.
Just venting sorry for bother anyone.