In college, I worked at a small coffee shop tucked into what, probably, used the be a supply closet. It was really only big enough for one person, but most of the time we had two of us in there, switching between the single stool on our side of the half-door and leaning against the espresso machine. I preferred early shifts – normally opening things up in the morning before I had class or went back to my dorm for a nap.
One semester my senior year, I normally worked the morning shift along side my roommate. One morning she sneezed basically the entire shift and by that night she was coughing and could barely speak. The next day she had two shifts, split by two hours she normally used to go to the gym. Knowing she was sick, I offered to cover the 2nd half of her double shift the next morning and suggested she find someone else to cover the first half. She got “no’s” from almost everyone until a coworker, Max, agreed to cover the first one with me.