Apparently not, which is why I had 900 packages come down the kickout shoot this morning. Never mind that it took 2 1/2 hours to get the fuckup that you created under control and everything running 3/4’s smoothly.
One of your jobs is to put the old waves into the computer on Fridays before you leave, so that when the packages are put on the belts and scanned in on Monday the system recognizes them and sends them on their merry way to various and sundry destinations via the magical FedEX trucks.
But you were so hopped up to go over to Gritty’s and get an early start at getting boiled that you CHOSE not to take an extra 10 minutes and do things right.
No, that would be the easy thing to do. Instead you took the asshat way out and left without updating the computer, knowing full well that you wouldn’t be the one who had to deal with it on Monday, 'cause you work 2nd shift.
Asshat.
I know your name, your badge number, your license plate number AND your superviser.
Ass-reaming doesn’t even begin to cover what’s going to happen to you.
