johnyac
Sep 13th, 08, 4:22 PM
Hey all,
Know that it is part of life dealing with people. I have four guys working directly under me and 6 others who float in and out depending on need.
Number one, lets keep the names out, came into work the other morning and started talking about his adventures from last night.
Somewhere around 3am he was at a car wash pressure washing his buddies loaner truck (another story). Decided to relieve himself while running the pressure wand. Well, one wand got out of control, not the personal one, so he let the other go. This led to a common experience of the very, very young. With high pressure wand now in both hands he turned it on himself for sanitary cleaning. I think these things kinda hurt.
With the cleaning started the pressure washer meter started its warning cry for more quarters.
He locked himself out of the truck. No change, no spare key.
Walked wet two blocks to a convenience store. They couldn’t open his truck either(?). Walked back, broke in through the vent window, and went home.
Why he told me this I have no clue. Yes, I told everyone, still am. Yes, he was upset that I did so. Hoping to be spared these future tales if he knows I will talk.
Number two came in this morning in a frenzy. Child services cleaned out his bank account. Payday was yesterday. He wants to know what I'm going to do about this. Wants advice on the papers he has from child services. The dude is soaked in sweat.
Two and Three are hanging wall brackets for TV's. It's been two hours, I think the first one is out of the box and all the parts are in the room.
Number one just called in sick, moments ago.
Number three, he just smiles, does his job and says Okey Dokey.
Waiting for the day he decides to go freaky like the others.
Number Four, he laughs at his own jokes(this is constant). Annoys number One, Two, and Three to no end. If Four could work and talk at the same time, he might be the best guy I have. He can't, and he likes his stories, repeatedly.Always asks me if I'm mad at him(?). Big on sucking-up. Four can latch onto an overseas flight and make the ride there and back with his suction prowess.
I know my world isn’t really bad.
I'm working 10-16 hours seven days trying to get the new facility completely setup. About another month or two and my hours should drop close to 50 a week. My wife’s been depressed (worrying about me she says). My sisters bed-ridden with cancer. My folks are living in a trailer in Vegas working part time without health insurance. They commute from Vegas to So-Cal in an older Chysler Stratus for my sister twice a week. And, I almost killed my dog with mole poison. Yes it was an accident, and he is fine and as happy as a lab should be. We got him to the vet within ten minutes after consumption. The poison looks like shelled peanuts, and he loves shelled peanuts.
I think am a functioning human at work. I don't yell. We work our way through issues with-in our job as they are identified. None of my people are aware of my personal issues, only my supervisor has direct knowledge of these.
And I have not peed myself since kindergarten.
Does this make me a condescending ass?
Know that it is part of life dealing with people. I have four guys working directly under me and 6 others who float in and out depending on need.
Number one, lets keep the names out, came into work the other morning and started talking about his adventures from last night.
Somewhere around 3am he was at a car wash pressure washing his buddies loaner truck (another story). Decided to relieve himself while running the pressure wand. Well, one wand got out of control, not the personal one, so he let the other go. This led to a common experience of the very, very young. With high pressure wand now in both hands he turned it on himself for sanitary cleaning. I think these things kinda hurt.
With the cleaning started the pressure washer meter started its warning cry for more quarters.
He locked himself out of the truck. No change, no spare key.
Walked wet two blocks to a convenience store. They couldn’t open his truck either(?). Walked back, broke in through the vent window, and went home.
Why he told me this I have no clue. Yes, I told everyone, still am. Yes, he was upset that I did so. Hoping to be spared these future tales if he knows I will talk.
Number two came in this morning in a frenzy. Child services cleaned out his bank account. Payday was yesterday. He wants to know what I'm going to do about this. Wants advice on the papers he has from child services. The dude is soaked in sweat.
Two and Three are hanging wall brackets for TV's. It's been two hours, I think the first one is out of the box and all the parts are in the room.
Number one just called in sick, moments ago.
Number three, he just smiles, does his job and says Okey Dokey.
Waiting for the day he decides to go freaky like the others.
Number Four, he laughs at his own jokes(this is constant). Annoys number One, Two, and Three to no end. If Four could work and talk at the same time, he might be the best guy I have. He can't, and he likes his stories, repeatedly.Always asks me if I'm mad at him(?). Big on sucking-up. Four can latch onto an overseas flight and make the ride there and back with his suction prowess.
I know my world isn’t really bad.
I'm working 10-16 hours seven days trying to get the new facility completely setup. About another month or two and my hours should drop close to 50 a week. My wife’s been depressed (worrying about me she says). My sisters bed-ridden with cancer. My folks are living in a trailer in Vegas working part time without health insurance. They commute from Vegas to So-Cal in an older Chysler Stratus for my sister twice a week. And, I almost killed my dog with mole poison. Yes it was an accident, and he is fine and as happy as a lab should be. We got him to the vet within ten minutes after consumption. The poison looks like shelled peanuts, and he loves shelled peanuts.
I think am a functioning human at work. I don't yell. We work our way through issues with-in our job as they are identified. None of my people are aware of my personal issues, only my supervisor has direct knowledge of these.
And I have not peed myself since kindergarten.
Does this make me a condescending ass?