I worked only 5 hours, tonight. And all was normal, until I felt extremely queasy, and worried I might be sick. Luckily, I went on my break, and promptly threw up. I returned, hoping to go home, since half my shift was completed, so I wouldn't be considered absent. If I could find a CSM, it would have helped! Nobody was in sight, and eventually, I saw Quinn*, a manager-in-training with the board behind the customer service desk. I approached, and was given the 'hold on' finger. A good 10 minutes went by, before she told me a register to go to. I tried to tell her actually I think I needed to go home. 10 more minutes go by, during which time I vomited again. She instructed me to sit and wait at one of the registers for our manager Mike.* For what? I still don't know.. Perhaps to confirm I was truly ill, or warn me of the trouble I'd be in for legitimately needing to go home. I sat crunched over, shaking, trying to avoid dry-heaving. Mike didn't show up for another 20 minutes, by which time I was ready to just wait in the bathroom, curled around a toilet. He let me go, finally, though not without a reminder of how many absences I was allowed....
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