There comes a time when everyone needs to make a choice.
I had been doing my job for almost five years when I was faced with my choice, and it turned out to be quite an easy one.
My daughter was only four years old and she was really sick. I had been the manager of the local marijuana dispensary since it opened. I had never missed a day of work, other than when I had my daughter. I had flexible hours at the marijuana dispensary, which made it easy for me. We had the biggest sale of the year coming up shortly. I worked for two weeks, making sure we had extra manpower, and the proper amount of inventory to take care of our customers. We could make a week’s worth of revenue in that one day, if my books were correct. I had my assistant manager coming in for the entire day with a promise of an extra day off whenever she wanted. The morning of the marijuana dispensary sale was upon us, and my daughter was running a fever of 104. I couldn’t drop her off at the babysitter and leave. I called the owner of the marijuana dispensary and told her I couldn’t be there. She was so angry that she threatened me with my job. If she thought my job came above my daughter, she had another think coming. I explained the marijuana dispensary was well-staffed and I had already talked to my assistant. If she wasn’t happy with my managerial skills, then she could fire me.