So my douchebag cuntface motherfucker regional manager has a new rule. All call offs need a doctors note. ALL! Next time I've got the shits, I'm fired unless I provide a doctors note. Next time I've got a cold, I'm fired unless I provide a doctors note.
This is fucking fast food. I swear to god he acts like he's curing cancer. This poor kid called off last night and they said told him not to come back in unless he's got a doctors note. We're serving CHICKEN! Jesus fucking christ! Today a manager walked out and quit. In total, 3 managers have quit in 2 months. Two more managers plan to quit over the coming weeks as well as countless employees. Wtf!
I'm so fucking DONE! I've only got a year and a half left of college. I just need a job to help me make it 'til then. JESUS! Tomorrow, job hunting begins.
3 comments:
No doubt about it. People can be real a-holes when they 'have the power'.
You could go back to Wendy's!
From the sounds of it, the guy will have to change his mind on the issue eventually, because that is a tad unreasonable.
And, on an unrelated: fast food, consumed in high quantities, can actually prevent the development of terminal cancer before cancer can develop (by giving killing through heart disease first *cough*cough*). Think I could get that finding published?
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