What a day.

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07_ShelbyGT500

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Today I woke up, even though I didn't really want to. I went to work, and we had 2 cars in the shop. Everything was fine and dandy. Then I had to install some windows in a run-down shithole that the owners evidently call a house. That went great, even though the house was full of shady residents who I didn't trust. At all.

But, nothing was missing. As I said, that went great.

Went back to the shop and found out that we had a bunch of shit to do. A windshield in a Chevy Truck, and 18x7 feet of mirror. No big deal. We all knew the mirror job was going to take a while, so me and another guy went and did that one.

There are 5 people where I work. The guy at the front desk, answering the phones. Secretary, if you will. Then there's the manager. Then 3 installers, 1 of which I'm sort of training, while I'm learning as well. The other one has been doing this shit for 10 years.

So, me and the experienced guy, Ian, went to do the mirrors, the guy at the front (also in charge of managing us), Pete, booked the Chevy truck in at the same time as Me and Ian went to do the mirrors. He tried to send the manager of our shop, Dan, and the other guy, Jordan. Dan didn't end up going. His excuse? Make me and Ian do it because he didn't want to, even though me and Ian were going to be working until 4:30 putting in mirrors.

He ended up going anyway, because the owner of the company phoned and told him he had to.

I got back from putting in those mirrors at 4:30. Took us 4 hours. By then I'm sore (packed about 400 lbs of mirror), tired, and looking forward to going home. But no. Apparently one of the paper towel dispensers was low when I left and somebody finished it off. Who does Dan blame for not filling it up? Me.

Yes, he blames me even though I spent maybe 20 seconds in the shop all day.

I'm beginning to not like that guy. We've gotten along for the past year. Then Ian, Pete, and Jordan came alone. Now he treats me like I'm useless. Good only for cleaning the shop and emptying the garbages. What was I doing all day? Working my ass off. What was he doing all day? Absofuckinglutely nothing. Yes, I'm supposed to be learning. Yes, I am trying. And no, he isn't helping. He was supposed to train me. But he didn't. Because he's lazy, unmotivated, and has no ambition. Ian's usually too busy to help, even though he tries sometimes. So I guess it's up to the two least experienced guys to train each other.

Meh. Whatever. The way things are going, I have a feeling Dan isn't going to be with us much longer.
 
I know of a few places that aren't quick to get rid of an incompetant worker, but if you're in a shop...

That motherfucker is gone. It's funny though, as I remember everyone I've had to fire, or seen get fired always ended up trying to burn the joint down. :confused:
 
Ha ha, that reminds me of when I worked construction. I worked with my boss, and his brother.

We started a roof one monday, and the boss said, "We won't have to bust our asses on this one, I bid it high enough... I didn't think we were going to get it"

So, by Wednesday, the weather had gone from 70's and tolerable, to 90's with about 80% humidity, if you even walked outside, you'd start sweating.

Well, by Wednesday, we were ready to start putting shingles back on, the first two days being tear-off, and re- tar papering. This was the first roof I'd ever worked on. EVER. We were running out of nails by about 9 a.m. and so the boss took one of his famous trips to the lumber yard to get some more
and by the time he had gotten back, I had completely sweated wet my t-shirt, pants, and the entire leather tool belt I was wearing, even the pouch that just sat on my leg was completely soaking wet.

The boss comes up onto the roof and tells me my quality is good, but that I need to do it faster, and that I should be able to put on a square of shingles an hour, because that's what he could lay.

Well, I'm hot, tired, sore, and irratible then and him having crawled out of his truck up to the roof to tell me that I'm not working fast enough on a roof that was supposed to be easy didn't quite set well with me.

So I politely told him that whether he believed it or not, I was working as fast as I could, and if he wanted me to go faster, the shingles would proabably end up crooked or impropperly put down someway, and that the reason he could put down a square an hour 'MAY' have something to do with the fact that he's been in the business for the past three decades, and probably has a slight bit more experience than I do. Then he said something about how roofing companies were re-roofing entire houses in one day. To which I said that it was proabably a good idea that he didn't own a roofing company then... He didn't like that.

That was probably the absolute most miserable I've ever been.

It was either that day, or the four 9 1/2 days we were playing coal miner, and dug out underneath some dudes front porch to make a storage room, by digging out 5 gallon buckets at a time.
 
I got it!
Knock him out. Say it was an accident and that you hit him with something.
Knock him out again and say that was on purpose and if he doesn't get his ass motivated he better do some work and stay the fuck outta' your way. :thumbsup:
 
I've never had that problem, but closing a bakery...that's some frustrating shit.


I had to close the bakery at my store about a week, almost two weeks ago. The number of times I've closed the bakery? 0. Did I know what to do? No. Was there anyone there experienced enough to help me close? No again. During the morning the bakers were there, but since they start work at 12 and 3 am (we have 2), by noon I was alone. And the bakery closes at 7. I don't know how many times I had to help customers. It was my second time in the bakery, so I had no idea how to do ANYTHING. One customer complained about the slicer I used to slice his bread (it was the shitty one, which was the only one I knew how to use) and he said something about knowing how to do things right. I replied with "Sorry sir, but they don't tell me how to do anything in here, they just get mad when I do it wrong. I would bring out my manager or another senior bakery staff member, but they all decided to take the weekend off and she felt I was experienced enough to close the bakery. However, this is only my second time in here. If you'd like, I could call the assistant manager over, he's the one who writes the schedules"

The guy ended up complaining to the store manager who came out to talk to me AND to tell me to work faster. He got very concerned when I pointed out that I was the only one there, and that I had no experience. Half an hour later, they called up a guy who had more bakery experience then me ON HIS DAY OFF to come and help me. Apparently one of the more experienced people was supposed to come in, but she just didn't show up. But I do know that the next day, the bakery manager was "spoken to" in the manager's office with closed doors. The manager's doors are never closed. She came out crying...I felt so vindicated. I should probably mention that I'm the favorite of the assistant manager (for some reason, I don't know why) and several other people in various high-placed positions.

So now they put me in bookkeeping.
 
Unfa is a man. He took it well. And I've seen DG's fingers.


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(BTW, we can't say "tro-oper". Without the dash, of course. Damn treasure ******* BS.)
 
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