So I've had my new job for almost a month now and I've been enjoying it so far...but recently i got really sick. Spent two days throwing up so i condor go into work as my job requires that i be around and handle food. First night i told a manager whom i thought was still at the store. They told me to call the store and tell them because they had already left for the night. Problem was that i didn't have the number for the store so i asked for it. I also asked a coworker for the number so that i could call the night manager and tell them i was not going to be able to make it in that night. Coworker in question tells the manager that i spent be coming in and gives me the number. I call the store after a round of throwing up and the night manager proceeds to chew me up on side amd down the other because i told a coworker first and not her and that i didn't call in at least two hours before and this that and the other thing and tells me to come in the next day then hung up. I couldn't get a word in edge wiseamd i felt even worse than before. Went to bed hoping that i would feel better the next day. Next day i woke up early to spend a few hours in the bathroom puking again. Caught a break in between puke sessions long enough to call the store well within the time period needed. Caught a different day manager and told them what was going on and said that if it gets any worse I'll go see a doctor. They said that if i do see a doctor to get a doctors note. It didn't get worse but it doesn't get any better so i stayed home. Go into work the day after that and get straight to work as i figured the night manager would be mad at me and this make my life miserable as they do when they are mad at me. I was wrong, it was much worse. They walk up to me and demand a doctors note. I told them that i said i would get one if i went to the doctoramd told them that's what i told the other manager. They call the other manager to conform and apparently something got missed during translation or deliverance. The night manager handed me her phone so the day manager could tell me that the night manager was going to decide if i was going to stay hired or be sent home early for good, they told me because the night manager's English isn't that good. I hand the phone back to the night manager and get back to work putting forth 110% while battling the storm brewing within myself. Couple minutes later the night manager tells me that i get to keep my job "But next time *shrug*, I dunno...". Now I'm walking on pounds and needles because i need this job and my mate needs me to have this job and now I'm incredibly depressed and angry and wanting to just walk away from this job and say fuck it but I'm trying to be the bigger person and just deal with it. Tonight is going to be a trial and a half because it's my mates first night with out someone to help her and the night manager has alluded that if either one of us isn't good enough that she'll let us both go. All this shit just because i was throwing up for two days. So ya know what, next time in puking my guys out, I'm going to come to work anyways. If people get sick oh fucking well. Damned if i do, damned if i don't.