Thirty seconds after I walked in the door to work last night, I got a call that one of my family members was in the hospital and it was serious. I started to cry immediately and literally ran through the kitchen to tell the manager I had to leave. I don't know how coherant I was, and I was out the door again less than a minute later. The next couple of hours were very stressful and confusing; eventually, it ended up that I had to stay home while everyone else went to see her (on the other side of the state). Once they got on the road, I went back to work--I'd run out of there in a total panic, and I knew my coworkers were worried.
When I got there, I told the manager what was going on (I won't go in to the details here, but it was a really close call. Like died on the table sort of stuff. I hate the fact that I'm not with my family right now.). And then I told him that if he really needed me there I could pull myself together. I was supposed to close, and I could have managed it if I had to. His response was to stare at me for several seconds and then tell me "I guess we've got it covered" before staring at me some more. His face clearly said he thought I should stay, but he didn't want to say it because he knew it would be insensitive.
I fucking hate that sort of passive-aggressive shit. If you need me to be there, just fucking tell me. Don't try that subtle guilt trip shit on me. Even more infuriating is the fact that this was the middle of the dinner rush, and the place wasn't even half full. I clearly was not needed. So I didn't stay. Which means I'll probably be on his shit list for another month or so, but whatever.