It’s 5:30 PM on a Friday. The technical manager is closing the main door of the warehouse; he’s heading home so he can get ready for a flight to Scotland tomorrow where he’ll be attending a two-week training course. I’m saying good night to him before heading back over to the office; if I’m lucky I’ll be out of here by 6:00, although I’ve generally not finished up until 7 or later every day so far this year. Oh yeah, and I’ll probably be in both Saturday and Sunday, to set up for some client training next week.
Up walks our local accountant.
“Keeping bankers’ hours, are we?”, he says.
The Tech Mgr and I stare at him, baffled.
“I guess you guys are keeping bankers’ hours now, eh?” sez the former white-haired man who has morphed into a giant flaming asshole before our very eyes.
“Well, frankly, no…” sez I, striding off before I succumb to the temptation to pick up a metal rod and push it through his soft, wet eyes into his pea brain, first the left, then the right…
I was a shipping coordinator.
I worked in a glass factoty, and trucks left at certain times.
The shipping order I was working on would not be done until AFTERthe next shift came in.
My supervisor told me I had to stay, even though the truck would not be loaded until my shift replacement came in.
I told him to fuck-off.
I got a 3 day suspension.
Is that fair?
Honestly? I don’t think it was. This guy has had a few petulant outbursts before.
As have I, for that matter, like tonight for example. I just didn’t care for that particular ‘joke’ at that particular time, being as I’m practically weeping with exhaustion. I’ll no doubt sleep it off and face all the crap I have to do tomorrow with a cheery demeanor.
The day my wife discovered my father had killed himself, one of my coworkers drove me home. And I had to hear that hoary remark from another coworker – who was a dick in other ways too.
I don’t know if it was a joke but people say that type of thing to me and I take it as a compliment.
Me leaving at 7:00 pm on a Friday. A boss passes says “Working a half day today huh?”
I interpret that as meaning they know how hard I work and 7:00 must be an easy one for me. I don’t care if that is what they mean. That is what I want to here and those types of comments are common everywhere as a (lame) joke.
At least he wasn’t one of those hilarious, knock-'em-dead wannabe aspiring comedians-in-training who say, “Working hard… or hardly working?” Gee, that’s so fucking funny (and original) I forgot to laugh. :rolleyes: Anyone who says this deserves at least two swift, firm kicks to each testicle with steel-toed boots. It’s always guys who say this, too, so the presence of testicles to kick in the first place would not be an issue.
I had a boss like that once, who expected me to be happy about being told I’d have to stay late when I was already in hour 14 of an 8 hour shift. The day I finally told her to fuck off, she never got the chance to fire me.
She had sense enough to get the hell out of my way, because at that point I’d have flattened her to get out the door. I never went back. I work for people who have respect for me now.
