Sorry if the title is kind of misleading, I'm not sure how to cram this situation into a sentence.

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I work at a small grocery store behind the deli counter. I'm one of the few who switches between morning and night shifts, as I'm trained for both routines. There's not a lot of people who work in the department, probably around 10 total. Because of this, usually someone will work until a certain time and then someone else comes in to take that person's place.

Now, I have this one coworker I'll refer to as \[REDACTED\]. \[REDACTED\] is always late. Always. That's not an exaggeration. Every. Single. Shift. He runs from 15-30 minutes late. I'm not sure why. I would think if there's a problem that causes him to be late he would had fixed it by now so I'm just assuming he doesn't care. The only reason why he isn't fired yet is because he's one of the 3 people who knows how to close down the department fully and does it the best.

Anyways, this Sunday I was working a whopping 11 hour shift from 5am-4pm because a good amount of staff are college students and are taking spring break off to go back home/see family/ect.  I wasn't super excited because that's 10 1/2 hours on my feet (only get one 30 minute break) and my longest shift I've ever worked in any of my jobs. I also have bad insomnia so a opening shift means probably 4 hours of sleep for me.

As the end of my shift was (thankfully) approaching, I ran over to the schedule to see who was taking over for me. It's \[REDACTED\].  A bit later it gets to 4pm (the time I was scheduled to leave) and to no one's surprise, \[REDACTED\]'s no where in sight. At this point my feet feel like they're withering away from the pain of being on my feet since 5 that morning and I'm seriously debating cutting off my feet as I'm sure that would hurt less than the state of my feet in that moment.

At roughly 4:20 (hehehehe) and STILL no sign of \[REDACTED\], I go over to one of my coworkers and say "Fuck this, I'm leaving". He starts to say something but I speedwalk toward the terminal and clock out, grab my jacket and backpack, and book it out of there, too emotionally and psychically exhausted to deal with anyone else.

2 days later I come back into work and my coworker I talked to before practically running out of there was working.  He comes up to me and basically says what I did was a dick move and I need to wait for \[REDACTED\] or whoever's coming to replace me before leaving. I argued that I would normally wait but 1) I worked a 11 hour shift that day and 2) \[REDACTED\] is always late, and, to be frank, that's not my problem. He didn't have a comeback after that but was still pretty rude and blunt to me the rest of the shift, as well as another one of my coworkers who saw me rush out of there.

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Since then I've been probably overthinking this and feel pretty guilty. But Reddit, AITA??

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