Why the fuck does Pete Puma have to walk into mine? After months of bouncing around from job to job, I finally manage to wind up back in a machine shop. Not just any shop, either. I’d briefly worked in this one 2 years ago, and it was a great place to work, but like an idiot I left there to go to a job that paid more money. A lot more. That job, however, sucked. (Important tip for all you folks entering the job market for the first time, if you get a job you like, stay there! Do not take a job that appears to be shitty, no matter how much it pays!) Somehow, though, I got lucky enough that the shop was willing to rehire me.
Today was my second day on the job and after I clocked in and was prepping my area, I happened to glance over at the time clock and spot Pete Puma punching out. He’s not management, thankfully, and not only does he work a different shift than me, but also a different department. Still, I’m going to be watching my back, since he’ll be more than happy to stick a knife in my back, I’m sure. Christ.