oh my god oh my god. I just got home from a lovely day off, and in the car I was thinking to myself how it was such a nice day off. I had some phone issues the past couple days, resulting in my using my day off to go to the Verizon store and have them activate a different phone for me so that I could receive text messages and actually just use the phone period. The girl spent maybe 30 minutes updating the phone, etc, and going from one phone to the other in order to update my contact list. This meant that when I left, I did not see any "missed calls" nor did I notice the two voicemails I had received in that 30 minutes of time.
So I got home just now and listened to the first message, which said, "Hi, it's 2:40. We were expecting to see you here at work 10 minutes ago. Maybe you were under the impression you were supposed to come in at 3:30." And I seriously felt like I was going to throw up all of a sudden, because I knew the next voicemail was going to be an hour later, still wondering where I was. That was awkward. I tried to call work hoping one of the managers would still be around so I could apologize profusely, but they are all gone. So now I have to call them in the morning.
I am a responsible person. I hate it when people with cancel plans on me, and I never cancel on other people. More importantly, I have never not shown up for work, nor have I ever even called in sick when I was supposed to show up. Oh my god. I think I am making a bigger deal of this than it is, because the reality is, it's over and it's too late to do anything other than explain what a mistake it was. Although it says in the handbook that failure to provide notice of missing a shift was grounds for disciplinary action. I messaged a coworker on facebook, though, and he worked tonight. He said he didn't even hear anyone mention my absence, which is a good sign. But it's the managers I am concerned with. I don't want to be considered a flake or be in trouble. I hate trouble.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Personal Day
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OH MAN. The week before last, my first week of work, I was confident about my schedule. My manager had called me to tell me my hours, I wrote them down, and went to work on Monday through Wednesday and Thursday I had off. (Ok, so I'm actually making this schedule up, but it was something like this.) So then Thursday night I cleaned my room after a rather mediocre but much needed day off, as Wednesday had been ridiculous, and I basically didn't stop running around all day, and had a headache/stomach weirdness. And while I was cleaning I happened upon the sheet of paper that I'd written my schedule on, and it said that I was supposed to WORK ON THURSDAY. FROM 11 AM 'TILL 7:30. It was 8:30, and the store closes at 9. So lucky me, I got to walk over to work and tell them that yes, I know I'm a total idiot for completely missing an entire day of work within the first week I was supposed to be there. I figured that after an entire day without even calling, the least I could do to show that I cared about the job was show up in person.
As it happened, the manager that I had spoken to last summer, who seemed like a total jerk and completely extinguished any enthusiasm I had for the idea of working for Daddy's in Boston. He said hi as I walked in, in a somewhat cheerful manner. "Hey," I replied. "I was supposed to work today, wasn't I?"
"Oh, so that's why we seemed so understaffed today. I didn't realize." He was being sincere. So I explained that I felt like a moron and apologized. And he simply told me to work the next day instead. WOW. I expected to get a lecture about not caring enough about the job to show up, and that if anything of the sort happened again, I'd be fired in a second. (I also expected to be treated like "the guy who sucks" for a week or two until I'd earned back their good graces.)
Then there was also the day where I simply failed to turn my alarm on after setting the correct time to wake up... That was silly. My boss called me about 15 minutes after I was supposed to be there, and apparently the same thing happened to TWO other guys on the SAME DAY. Sheesh.
I don't think I told you either of those stories... I don't feel like we've had enough long conversations to cover them since I've been here.
That sure sucks, man. This incident left me with a renewed need to quadruply check my schedule. And maybe leave my cell phone on vibrate or sound instead of on silent in case someone does call me to let me know I am missing.
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