Actually, almost every job I've worked at has been like that. Every restaurant job, anyway. I worked at one restaurant where, when I would call in sick, the manager would interrogate me as if she thought I was lying every single time (I called in maybe two to four times a year, average). "What? Why are you sick? What do you have? You looked fine yesterday. When will you be back?" I got so irritated with it that I just started telling her every time she asked that I had explosive diarrhea. She would say, "I didn't need to know that," and I'd say, "well, you asked." lol.
When I worked at a Waffle House in the area where we used to live, everything was air-tight, since there are three shifts and it's open round-the-clock. If you're going to miss a shift, you need to call in during the previous shift (not your shift, not the one before your shift, but the one TWO shifts away). Which keeps you from doing what I normally do, which is if I feel sick several hours before I have to work, I take some medicine and try to nap it off and see if I feel any better before I call in. So basically, if I had the slightest inkling that I might be getting sick, I would have to call in in advance just to be safe. And if you have to call in after that for some reason, then you're personally tasked with finding a replacement for you, which is very difficult unless you're well-connected with the other employees, so usually it's not worth the effort. But at least WH had a policy and clear guidelines as to how you go about calling in; it's the only restaurant I've ever worked at that does.
And when I worked at a hospital cafeteria before that --- a HOSPITAL cafeteria --- they would write me up for calling in sick on weekends. They have a policy that you can NEVER call in on a weekend, ever. I called in one day because I had worked for 21 hours straight (due to a scheduling "accident" on their part, I basically worked a triple shift), and they expected me to go home, sleep for 2 hours, and come back the next morning as well for another double shift, so I called in and said, "I need to sleep sometime." They said, "Okay, but I'm writing you up." So I shrugged, hung up and went back to bed.
For all the things that I never did
For all the places I never was
For all the people I never stopped
But there was nothing I could do..."