Judgement Day -- 5 Minute Freewrite: Wednesday -- Prompt: call your boss

Judgement Day

"Honey," she said from the doorway, "you'd better call your boss."

I groaned. The covers stuck to me; I had been sweating all morning from the fever, and now the sun was pouring through the window.

I didn't want to call in. I hated calling in: no one ever really believed that you were sick, and when you returned you would have to face the suspicion and the judgement in their eyes.

I didn't feel strong enough to face judgement, to handle the story, told by others, which did not match who I really am.

I'm a hard worker. A disciplined worker. I would never skip out and leave the team to handle it all, just for kicks.

But the fever had me and I didn't even feel like I could roll out of bed to reach my phone on the dresser.

"Will you do it?" I asked. At least, if Shelly called, I wouldn't hear the note of disapproval in the operator's voice.

"No, you're a big boy. You can make your own calls." She could be so brutal, my girl.

Finally I did place the call. I winced at the tone the operator gave me. I imagined the derision my call-in would be greeted with, by the boss, my co-workers.

I dreaded going back the next day, or whenever the fever broke.

I had this sinking feeling that I would quit instead. Again. And hit the pavement looking for some other job, some other place where I could get it right.

swansons.png

Swanson's grocery, in Hoquiam, Wash., where I work on the night shift. Recently I did have to call in, but I managed to return for my next shift.

The judgement wasn't too bad.



0
0
0.000
2 comments
avatar

Congratulations @cliffagreen! You have completed the following achievement on the Hive blockchain and have been rewarded with new badge(s) :

You distributed more than 19000 upvotes.
Your next target is to reach 20000 upvotes.

You can view your badges on your board and compare yourself to others in the Ranking
If you no longer want to receive notifications, reply to this comment with the word STOP

0
0
0.000