Note: I’m pissed, but I have NO INTENTION of committing any act of physical violence. But it’ll make me feel better to talk about.
To Typhoid Bob (name changed, just in case)
I’m going to kill you.
The “I’m just a poor, dumb jock who don’t unnerstan’ th’ big words and purdy pictures” routine that you pulled in training class to get some laughs didn’t win you any friends. The new database is confusing, but your heckling the instructors didn’t help. But that’s not the prime issue.
Last week, when the 12 of us (plus 2 instructors) were in that 4 day training seminar, you were sick as a dog. You were coughing enough that I was tempted to suggest that you cough into a hankerchief, to catch any pieces of lung that came out, you were sneezing, sniffling, shaking, sweating and kept running to the bathroom. The one day we ordered pizza, you insisted on mooching a couple of slices and then promptly threw them up.
The tiny little training room was about 15 feet on a side. We had 12 people plus 2 instructors crammed in there. There was no ventilation.
EVERYONE told you to “go home”. Everyone said they’d share notes and fill you in. The instructors said that they’d give you private tutoring to make up for the missing instruction time. I point-blank told you to leave before you give this to all of us. “No <cough>” you said “I<sneeze> feel <snnnnnfffff> fine. I’m <cough> not contagious.”
Really, Fuckhead? I’ve spent the weekend in bed shaking, vomiting, coughing, sneezing and running to the bathroom. I haven’t been able to keep solid food down and I’ve been running to the bathroom every 30 minutes. My sinuses feel like they’re filled with 10 pounds of molten lead. What a coincidence. :rolleyes:
And what’s worse, is that I HAVE to come to work today until someone else shows up to answer the phones (I work in a call center. Due to some left-over scheduling issues that I can’t control, I’m the only one on the phones in the morning this week. If I’m not there, no-one will be and the phones must be answered. The second someone else shows up, I’m outta here. And I’m planning to have someone take my shift tomorrow, just in case.)
Calling around the building, I’ve discovered something interesting. A bunch of the people in our class are either out or here, but sick and are heading home. Gosh!
There’s plenty of sick time available. You only started working here about two months ago and you couldn’t have used up all your sick time. Even if you had, the company is pretty sensible about letting people go when they’re obviously sick. You could have taken vacation or even unpaid leave.
Thanks to you, shit-for-brains, at least 5 of the 14 other people in the class are sick today (not all of 'em are scheduled to be in right now, so the other 9 are unknown).
If I thought I could get away with it, I’d beat you with a baseball bat. You knew you were sick and you had 14 people who offered to help so they didn’t catch your illness. One of the instructors who’s a wonderful lady has a 7 month old kid. She really doesn’t need to get this. But you, being the selfish prick that you are, said you’d stay. And what’s even worse is your reasoning. I heard you admitting that your reasoning for staying was that you wanted to be here for the St. Paddy’s Day Potluck on Friday so that you “can get paid to have a long lunch with free food and besides,” you told the other guy in the class that you wanted to see if a lady who works here was available and that you thought the pot-luck would be a good time to do it, you selfish fuck. To get some free food and to chat up a co-worker, you were willing to put the rest of us at risk.
Let me be clear, all kidding aside (and I’ve spoken to others in the class who agree): If you ever need help with the program we learned, if you need one of us to cover you when you go on vacation, if you need advice, etc, you’re not going to get it from me (or the others I’ve spoken to). You have made a number of enemies in the company and due to this stunt, you’re all alone.
Please, Typhoid Bob, do us all a favor and next time, rather than come to work sick, just drop dead.
Coughin’ Fenris