I Was Delivered Some Bad News
I received a phone call one day from my father. He had the most solemn, sad, monotone voice I had ever heard come out of him. I immediately knew something was wrong. He informed me that my grandmother was finally succumbing to her aneurysm, and there wasn’t much time left for me to visit her and say my goodbyes. I was delivering pizzas and decided to call into work so I could go see her.
We were way overstaffed for the night, and I called in a few hours before my shift. There was honestly no reason at all why it shouldn’t have been a simple, easy, completely justified call-in, especially after I explained to the manager directly what the dire situation happened to be. Much to my dismay, the man terminated me before he hung up on me.
Even worse, when I went in the next day—after seeing my grandmother in a heartbreakingly shriveled and ill state—in order to plead my case—he got in my face and asked, “Yo grandmother dead yet”? in a thug-like manner. I almost lost my cool and hit him, but I didn’t. To this day am completely appalled by his actions and lack of empathy.