If I ever win the lottery and start my own company, I’ll put up a sign in the break room that says;
Break room pigs get FIRED.
3b) Those who do microwave stuff covered but on High and for so long that it would have been enough to cook it. You’re supposed to warm it up, not give it enough radiation to make the tupperware carcinogenic.
If you know whose plates they are, can you put them (still dirty) on their desks? Or their chairs?
I was always fond of removing the “they’re only soaking” folks’ dishes from the sink, washing all the others, then putting the “only soaking dishes” back in to “only soak” more. But it’s been 34 years since I’ve had to deal with such nonsense, so no idea what I’d do today.
About five years ago, we had a woman who would come in at 8am, just as everyone was trying to move through the break room and get their stuff in the fridge or have a bite to eat. She’d park her ass at the sink for 15-20 minutes washing and preparing the fruit and vegetables she’d brought in for the day. As she was a large woman and wasn’t inclined to move for other people, that meant NO ONE could use the sink or the area surrounding it (which sometimes included her blocking the two microwaves) until she was done.
I always resented that and wished that SOMEONE in management would tell her to knock it the hell off. If I’d been her boss, I’d have done that as well as reminding her that the time she spent hanging out there did not count as part of her 8 hour day.
My store manager is required, per company policy, to work 50 hours per week. He’s on the schedule as working 6am-4pm Monday thru Friday.
He arrives somewhere between 6:15 and 6:30am every day. He’s long gone by the time I get there at 2pm about 90% of the time and I’ve never seen him there past 3:30pm. I estimate he’s working 25-30 hours per week. This is PAYROLL FRAUD. Probably at a felony level by now.
Assuming he’s working at all that week, since he’s got years of accumulated vacation built up and is taking every other week off.
So this clown, working 25-30 hours every other week, has the nerve to tell me that he “doesn’t have time” to do his job (direct quote: “I don’t have time to do my own job”) as part of excusing why our store has turned into a raging shit show of bad management and bad employees.
:dubious:
At this point I’m just going to find another job and quit in the same manner as everyone else who has quit this place in the last couple of months. By just not showing up anymore. Dumb as they are*, they’ll probably keep me on the schedule for another month or two and keep trying to call me.
- Another employee was no-call, no-showing several times a week and they took no action against him. He skipped an entire week, then came in one day out of the blue, two hours late, so they kept putting him on the schedule. The other night he came in an hour late, did nothing for an hour, went outside to sleep in his car for two hours, then went home. Still no action taken against him and he’s still on the schedule.
Too bad you’re not salaried - it sounds like they might pay you for a year or more whether you showed up or not.
If they are scheduling him for more than 40 hours per week, but not paying overtime (probably by calling him a ‘management’ employee and paying a fixed salary) than that is WAGE THEFT by that company. So they probably aren’t going to make a big fuss about his work hours.
Wage theft by employers seems to be a growing problem now – so much so that our state Attorney General has set up a special task force to deal with it.
He’s a salaried manager.
The agent for which I work has discovered that I was having to report my hours twice (once to them, once to the client), with different approval manages in each system even. So they’ve decided to change the procedure (use only the client’s system) and have asked for screenshots of the client’s system.
Today is my second day of vacation.
It’s like the reporting hours version of asking questions about Judaism 5 minutes after Friday’s sundown 
Kid: I’m not coming in today because I don’t want to work with Chimera.
Boss: Then I’ll accept that as your resignation.
Kid: <RAGE!!>
Boss: I don’t have time to deal with this. I’ll accept your resignation. If you want to come in and talk about it some time, that’ll be fine.
Kid shows up about a half-hour later, ends up talking to Boss’s boss, who takes no shit (and likes me). Changes his tune. Was actually pleasant to deal with the rest of the night.
Wow. Props to both of you for being able to work together after that.
What were his issues with you?
That I’m calling him out for screwing off.
Years ago, a friend of mine said something wonderful to me when I said, while we were stuck in San Angelo, Texas, “I want to go back to California”. My friend’s response to that was, “You what? You want? You are old enough for your wants to not hurt you”.
The kid in your story needs someone to tell him the same thing.
- Take a fall and hurt my back Monday night. Take Tuesday off work.
- Go back to work Wednesday and Thursday.
- Idiot co-worker keeps slamming his 325 pound frame into my back through sheer carelessness*, re-injures my back and I go home early last night.
- Get an hour of sleep, literally crying at 5am because my spine hurts.
- Call in today. Idiot who injured me answers the phone and tries to tell me I can’t.
WATCH ME.
Since I didn’t last night, next week I’ll file an ‘incident report’ on the injury and ask the company to pay me for the time I couldn’t work because I was injured by the sheer stupidity and carelessness of a man who kept walking into me and at one point, had me shoved against a counter for about 30 seconds while he did something I couldn’t see, because he was directly behind me in my space.
*I’m working a cash register and this asshole keeps walking into my back or bumping into me from behind. Zero apologies, zero 'excuse me’s, nada.
How does this happen more than once before you tell him “Get the hell away from me!”?
So I’m working part time, cleaning holiday rental houses, in a site of around 20 houses. We’re generally set in pairs, sometimes trios when we’re doing a lot. For the last two days, I’ve been paired up with the second most annoying person there, who I’m going to call P.
One of the minor perks of the job is taking home stuff people leave- not like accidentally forgotten stuff like phones, but food items. Most people leave nothing much, but sometimes we get unopened packs of things like fruit, beer, frozen food, multipacks of snacks, that sort of thing. For most people, it’s a pleasant occasional thing, but for P, it’s the reason she comes in to work. The first thing everyone else does when we go into a house that needs cleaning is go strip the beds and collect up all the dirty towels and things, the first thing P does is go through all the cupboards searching for goodies. That’s part 1 of why she’s so annoying, part 2 is that she just complains about everyone and everything all the damn time, and part 3 is that she’s mindbogglingly patronising. She’ll come upstairs after searching all the cupboards for 15 minutes, see you’ve been doing your job and exclaim ‘Oh, aren’t you a good girl! Well done!’ like you’re a kitten that remembered to use the litter box for the very first time.
Anyway. Yesterday, as often happens, we had a minor schedule switch around; one of the other teams got asked to do one of the houses we’d originally been asked to do, because we’d started cleaning a house, the guests from the second house on our list had already gone, and the other team hadn’t got in anywhere because all the house on their list had guests still in (we start an hour before the deadline for the guests to leave, as many leave early). This house turned out to be just full of food. There was beer, there was coke, there were boxes of chocolates, there were snacks galore. P is also on a diet (one of those where she makes a salad for herself, brings it in, complains about it for twenty minutes while eating a few forkfuls, chucks the rest of it away, then watches you eat your lunch like a dog begging for scraps), and keeps saying she’s not eating any junk food, none at all, it’s really bad for you. Another thing about P, when she does find something, she never shares it round. So were they gonna share this huge haul of snacks with her? Were they hell, and understandably so.
P, a grandmother just short of retirement age, has been bitching about this, to me, for 2 days, almost non-stop. She’s been watching the other staff out of the window- and telling me to do the same- to make sure they don’t go into “our” houses, and “steal our goodies”. She’s not talking to anyone on the other team, and was accusing them of deliberately engineering the schedule change just so’s they could get “her” stuff. It’s so far over the top it’s actually pretty hilarious, but… for god’s sake woman, get over it.
Ah, but that’s why I love this place.
This is a perfect case of “OMFG, she would drive me crazy if I didn’t have an entire messageboard waiting to hear about the next thing she does!”
I would love to hear more of her Lazy-Yet-Entitled-Yet-Dieting-Yet-Gluttanous antics.
We need a greatest hits album of threads like this. P. moRON. Shredder Guy. I’m sure there have been many more, but these are the ones I remember right now.
Or turn around with your fresh cup of hot coffee and ‘accidentally’ spill it down the front of his pants. Or even your cup of ice water? Either will make him remember to give you your space in the future.