I’m Carla, 24, and I’ve been at my job for about eight months. I love the work and my team, but there was one thing making my life a living nightmare: the leave policy. Or rather, my boss’s version of it.
Every single time I called in sick—even for just one day—my boss demanded a doctor’s note. It wasn’t a casual request; it was a requirement. Over six months, I spent nearly $400 on clinic visits for minor things like fevers, migraines, or stomach bugs just to prove I wasn’t lying.
What hurt the most was seeing senior employees text her, “Staying home today, feeling under the weather,” and getting a “Feel better!” in response. No notes, no questions, no $50 co-pays. When I finally asked her why the rules were different for me, she looked me dead in the eye and said, “They’ve earned my trust. You haven’t yet.”
I felt humiliated, but I kept my head down and kept paying the “trust tax.”
That changed a few weeks ago. I woke up genuinely ill—dizzy, shaking with a fever, and unable to drive. When I messaged her, she hit me with the usual: “Send the doctor’s note, then apply on the portal.” Something in me snapped. I was too sick to care about being “agreeable” anymore.
I replied: “I am too sick to travel to a clinic. If this is a problem, I will explain the situation to HR when I am back.”
The silence was deafening. She didn’t reply for hours. When she finally did, she just said, “Rest up and take the day off.” She hasn’t asked for a doctor’s note since. I realized then that her “policy” was never official; it was a private power play she knew HR wouldn’t approve of. I like my job, but the trust is gone—because I realized the only person lying in that office wasn’t me
