This is a rant but I have used four days to calm down so my language will be collected excluding excessive linguistic innovations.
Imagine you work in food service, with immediate contact to goods that will be served to hungry customers.
Some of which will not be heated after handling.
You are training a new person, she has puss filled abrasions on face and arms, not large but visible and one the size of a doughnut bellow her neck.
Uncovered, yellow, surrounded by bright red.
You are horrified and quickly ask/demand that you cover this up, and has she seen a doctor for it? Yes we cover it up, no she hasn't seen a doctor.
This person barely has a vocabulary.
Next day, the woman calls in and says she can't come because she is having it looked at. Good.
Now I am talking.
The day after the doctors visit, who must be an absolute idiot, she comes in on antibiotics with out a diagnoses and claims the doctor said her
employer could make the decision as to whether she was fit for work or not.
A
CYST the size of a doughnut and she is allowed to touch food.
I overruled my manager who had instructed her to wear gloves at all times. I told her not to touch any thing that would not be heated. Not do dishes
and not serve costumers.
She left, with out telling me and complained the next day that I "wouldn't let her do any thing" so I was reprimanded, but held my ground and said I
would hold the costumers safety above production any time.
There was plenty she could do, and who wouldn't jump for joy not to have to do dishes. Phyf.
Silent treatment.
I was so angry that they would put
any one in danger for a couple of bucks.
Fools, nincompoops, idiots.
Your opinion please?
This felt good.
edit on 18-10-2016 by WalkInSilence because: phyf
edit on 18-10-2016 by WalkInSilence because:
shameful
edit on 18-10-2016 by WalkInSilence because: jeez, just spelling