The fucking day, THE FUCKING DAY my supervisor wants to accompany me to the doctor’s office is the day I punch him in the face, vomit on him, and then quit. And I might very well punch him a few more times afterwards for good measure.
HFS, this. Because we all have the time and resources to track down a good lawyer who isn’t interested in squeezing us for every last dime.
EDIT: Yeah, so I’m late to the par-tay. This a hundred times over:
I’ve seen this with the “I’ll call you three hours before you’re meant to come in and let you know if we ‘need’ you.” Which is to say, your schedule is meaningless, so just sit by the phone and do what we tell you and when.