After I married Mr Smith, my first job in this area was 125 miles from home. One day, I skated in 2 minutes late. (Literally skated, the entire city was a skating rink...and I ended up having to stay in town the next 3 days) My pay was docked 30 minutes, and I had to write an explanation for my boss to take to the department head to account for the late clock-in. Evidently, he accepted the fact that I didn't plan for driving on 40 miles of solid ice...and following the rest of the ultra-slow idiots on the ice...due to the fact that there was no ice and no storm where I lived and no storm predicted by the time I went to bed the night before.
On the plus side, as a concession to the fact that I was normally 15 - 30 minutes early, my boss decided it would be OK for me to clock in early on those days instead of sitting in the shop, watching the clock, waiting...
Maybe I should have cried on some message board somewhere.
