It’s a testament to the focusing power of living paycheck-to-paycheck that so many people in the service industry will work through anything. When I got my office job it was shocking to me that I could just call in sick (which I never do) and fill out a PTO form.
I know you’re supposed to stay home when you’re sick for the public good, but that shit doesn’t fly when you have a busy night ahead and none of your comrades are picking up their phones. I always made a mental note to reciprocate the amount of help I got from coworkers, but almost always took shifts if I could. Money is money.
The worst injury I ever worked through was a scooter crash. On my way to a shift as a waiter, I crashed on some wet train tracks. I wasn’t wearing gloves and ended up with a ravaged right hand and a broken wrist that still hurts when it’s cold. I was closer to work than home, so I picked my bike up and rolled into work.
The manager helped me wrap my hand up like a mummy and I worked through my shift. There was never a conversation about going home early. That’s just how the restaraunt industry is. Or at least it used to be.
I hear crews are a lot softer now.