I haven’t written about work that much recently, but today’s events are prompting me to sit and spew rather than pout and stew.
Quick catchup: remember that guy who was arrested and kept screwing up? Well, he’s STILL screwing up and he STILL has his job!!!
What the Hell!?!?
I think he’s taunting the managers now because he’s outright refusing to do his job sometimes, and has been undermining his immediate supervisor … hell, until this afternoon he stopped speaking to her, said he didn’t recognize her “authority” over him. To make things worse, he threw a namby-pamby titty baby fit today by ripping a pc out of his desk and putting it in our warehouse to “prove a point.” Apparently he’s pissed off that the company won’t buy him *ANOTHER* new workstation (he has 2 already) and decided to shorten his hardware supply to make the need appear more dire.
I saw him carrying the monitor off to sit on the shelves with broken hardware and I’m screaming “Dude, what the hell are you doing?!?”
“Oh, uh … I’m just moving this paperweight”
“Well, that machine is unusable, so I’m sitting it back here.”
“Gee, thanks for letting me know about it” (Translation: EXCUSE ME!?! We just put $800 worth of new crap in that freakin’ machine for you, asshole! You have a much nicer machine than I do, and I’m the friggin’ *DEVELOPER* here!!!) “Why didn’t you let me or Jim know about it?”
“Well, me and Jim had already talked about it … ” (lying bastard, I was there when you two talked about it and you said it was fine) ” … I think I talked to everyone about it, I just can’t use it.”
“Someone can use that machine, or we’ll gut it for parts. This should be in my department, not in here.”
(Our warehouse is always “open” … meaning it’s over 90 degrees and there’s always dust, bugs, and all kinds of things flying about in there! NOT a place for computers to sit opened!!!)
I suggest he take it to my department and he grumbles and bitches under his breath … which I hate, Jessie does that shit but I overlook it because she’s 7 … you’re freakin’ 45, dude!!! GROW THE FUCK UP!
Jesus, what does it take to get fired there?
Apparently, it’s not what you do, it’s who you piss off …
I was called into the owner’s office today. Not a good sign already. He began the conversation with “Can we talk, and keep it just between us?” … translation: this is about Jim. “Oh great” I thought to myself. I agree to it and he begins with “I’m thinking of laying Jim off.”
I felt the blood drain from my face and arms. Knowing that I’m usually pretty transparent about my feelings, I shifted in my seat and said nothing. Ok, that’s a HUGE thing to keep from Jim.
He asked if I would leave if they did lay Jim off … uh HELLO!?! What’s the quickest way to piss Nicki off … mess with those she loves. Hello, McFly?
I told him that if that happened, I would have to find a better job elsewhere because both of us needed to be working full-time in order to meet financial obligations. Remind me: HOW was I supposed to NOT tell Jim about all of this? This can impact our household, we would need to make arrangements to be able to pay bills, buy food and other necessities … what the HELL!?!?
The bossman goes through his reasons as to why Jim should be laid off and me given a raise in lieu of taking over his duties, plus keeping my own current ones. The raise wasn’t THAT great. I expressed my concerns, and told him that my job alone is killing me and that I could not take on Jim’s duties as well as mine. Our department is a two-person job … period.
He then shifts to the multimedia department and the “problem child” there … I told him exactly what I thought of that situation. He basically put it as someone goes from that department, or from mine, but somebody HAD to go. The company was in a hole (we all knew that), and they are looking to get rid of an employee. And I haven’t exactly made it a secret as to who I think should be the one to go. *shrugs*
Of course, I told Jim about everything … he’s been out the last couple of days due to his illness, so it’s a good thing he wasn’t there today. I was ‘upset’ (to put it mildly) when I left the owner’s office this afternoon.
I’m pissed off that they are looking to shaft my husband, I’m even MORE pissed off that they have the gall to ask me not to tell him about it.
Fuck this bullshit, I need another job.
On a semi-related note, I had an interview a short while back with a large HMO in Birmingham, and I think the interview went pretty well. I should hear something in the next few weeks and hope to get a call back. If I get this job, it’s more money, better hours, WAY better benefits, and is closer to home. No downsides there.
Please, God, let me get this job.