Today I got up, did my hair and face, pressed my uniform, and headed into work.
Unfortunately, on the way to work, when I was allllmost there, the radio in the MFA Minivan faded out, and then it slowed to a crawl, much to the chagrin of me and the other drivers on MFA Highway, and when I tried to use the turn signal to pull to the side it didn't respond, and when I tried to turn the hazard lights on those didn't work either, and it crawled along on the shoulder, responded sluggishly to the power steering when I wrestled it onto the off-ramp, and then died entirely. I put the hood up, and since smoke was pouring out of it, walked a short ways away before pulling out my phone.
My first call was to Eclecstasy. They put me on a ten-minute hold and then my very least-favorite manager came onto the line. Raising my voice to be heard over the sound of traffic rushing by, I told her my vehicle had died and stranded me, and I didn't think I was going to make it to work although I'd see if the tow-truck driver would drop me off before taking the MFA Minivan to MFA Mechanic's.
"You are supposed to be here RIGHT NOW," she said. "If you do not come in this is an improper call-out, and I will have to document it by writing you up." I told her my vehicle had died, and I hadn't even called a tow-truck yet but didn't know if I'd be able to get them to bring me to work or not. "Can't your husband drive you?" she wanted to know. No, I said, my husband is disabled. "Don't you have any FRIENDS?" she next asked. I said yes, but I hadn't called them yet because I wanted to make sure she knew what was going on. "Well, when you come in tomorrow you will have a write-up waiting for you. This is an improper call-out, and I can't believe that you don't have anybody in your life who could help you out by bringing you to work!"
I spent five minutes after hanging up crying bitter tears, then called MFA Mechanic, who sent a tow-truck to get me and the MFA Minivan. It turned out that the alternator I had replaced last month was faulty, and MFA Mechanic apologized and replaced it at no charge under the warranty, and paid for the tow. He had his crew drop what they were doing and hustle the new part in, and I made it to Beta Job on time for training.
I wrote my General Manager at Eclecstasy an e-mail letting him know what had happened, and I guess we'll see what happens when I show up to work tomorrow, but if I end up getting written up for this and the write-up stands, I plan to write a letter to the founder of Eclecstasy, The Chain with a copy of the invoice from today's automative shenanigans enclosed telling him that I am appalled that I was punished for this, when I have never called out or been significantly late to work, and if he doesn't intercede I think I will plan on moving on. Eclecstasy has been great money and a nice place to work, but I am freaking stunned at the way I was treated today. It would be one thing if I was a lousy employee, but I have never been disciplined or verbally counseled for any performance-related issue, I just yesterday received a lovely guest-compliment from a table who found me delightful, I've worked while sick and injured...hell, when I was pissing blood I worked until I was able to pay another employee $20 to close my section for me, and frankly if the company rewards that by writing me up for being the victim of a faulty car-part then they don't deserve me as an employee. If need be I can eke a living out of Temp Agency #2 and my tips from Beta Job while I find something better.
I have reached a point in my life where I am done accepting that kind of treatment.