So, C calls out sick tonight. She's my closing cook. Nevermind that she calls 40 minutes into her shift to call out "sick". Later in the evening, Adam, my driver, gets a call from Hawk to deliver some cheesesticks to C's grandparents. Oh, but, shhh, don't tell that C is with him and that her mom thinks she's at work. Oh, how I WISH, I had her mom's work number. "Hey, is she feeling better? You might want to take her to the doctor is she's that sick."
So, I can't really *do* anything since it's all hearsay and blah blah blah. I can ask that the next time she calls out sick she bring me a doctor's note and have the courtesy to maybe call earlier in the day so I can *least* get some fucking coverage.
I hate closing cook and supervisor, it's such a pain in the ass.
Not to mention that I got a lovely 2 a.m. wakeup call from the alarm company because my closer last night, J, didn't bother to set the alarm. I then find out later on in this shift that someone's delivery got out 2 hours after he placed it. TWO FUCKING HOURS. I don't understand why this happened. If he was that slammed with deliveries then he should have called me and I would have gone and taken some for him. That is the purpose of my job, to be called upon to help out through busy spots and what not.
So fucking frustrated right now.
And I have a god damn headache.