06:08 - Saturday, Dec. 16, 2006
drama at the job
drama unfolding like sheets on a bed!!
its the weekend. ready for a lil drama?
let me get my coffee and a smoke, and you too, i'll be right back!
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yesterday morning i get a call from doyle, so i answer it and he tells me that he wants to know what time i can get there on sundays, so i tell him the earliest time i can get there is noon, cause of the busses dont run until late in the day. usually i can take a cab, but i dont have the money this week for the cab. he then sez not this sunday. the font office wants him to stop scheduling us for 16 hour shifts, and i'm trying to figure out a schedule. ok then talk to you later. so, i go back to pogo.
5 minutes later, the fone rings again. doyle again. he's frustrated, because he cannot work out the schedule, and then he tells me that sammy the samoan told him he dont wanna work 16's anymore. i told him that i will work any shift anytime, all he has to do is let me know. then he says that he will ask the office if they are willing to gimme cab fare. talk to you later. i go back to pogo.
10 minutes later he calls again! this time he tells me that he is getting pissed off over this scheduling and he just might cancel security altogether!! then, i tell him that i can work midnight to 8, or 4 to 12 and sammy can gimme a ride home. he hangs up. i go back to pogo.
now, im starting to think, WTF is going on here? hes gonna cancel security?? there goes my fucking job!!! jeebus effin crispy creames!! what the hell is he doing? he dont have the patience to work out a schedule??? dammit!!! just up and fire us all, why doncha? with no regard for anything!!! nice. fucking nice. i look at the bus schedule, and tell him that the last bus leaves at 11 pm from there. ok then.
20 minutes go by, the fone rings. now, he tells me that he is gonna fire sammy. see, at 4 am some cars pulled up and drug dealing and hell raising was going on, and it woke me up and sammy is sitting in the office, not doing anything, so i came out and blasted his ass about it!!! hes had it with sammy, this is the final straw. again, i tell him that i can work 4 to midnights or better yet, midnight to 8, whatever he wants.
round this time, im thinking about this friggen xmas party i been invited to. i really dont feel like going. i wanna ring bips neck. but, i cant, ya know. then i remember doyle calling and asking me if i wanna go, so that he can let them know that im coming, and i said that i will go. so i committed to going. so, i might as well go, i dont have to stay long. so, i go, and asshole bip is there, smiling and cheery. i wanna just belt him!! he comes up to me, and greets me, and shakes my hand like i just won a fucking award or something. how ya doing, art? merry christmas!! i shake his hand, and say merry xmas and smile a good fake smile, and get a plate of lazangna and a hunk of pie. so i sit with the maintenence crew, and there aint very many people there. so i eat and gab a lil bit, bip comes over briefly and pats my shoulder like we old time pals or something. you know what i wanna do. but then i see the director, i wanna talk to him about all this shit, but i feel that this aint the time. so i keep quiet. soon after i leave and go home.
i get home and take zipper out for a walk. during the walk, doyle comes by with the gift certificates for everyone. so we go around and give every one thier gift certificates. then, he tells me what do i wanna do, work 8 hour shifts or 16? i told him i will work whatever shift and for how long that he wants, if he wants me to work 16 thats fine, 8, ok no problem! then he tells me that he is going to fire sammy, its an acculumination of things over time, calling in an hour before shift starts to claim hes "sick" coming in and working 1/2 a shift then getting moocher to cover the rest of the shift, then not doing his job properly. and last night was the final straw, when doyle got woke up at 4 am. then he says that is now up to moocher and fat jason, if they say they wanna work 8 hour shifts, im firing everyone. then he talks about how he is in a bad mood, and that if anyone knocks on his door this weekend they are getting fired!! i assured him that i will not be banging on his door at all!! then he says how he needs to move the fuck outta there, and if they cant find him a place, hes just gonna rent a place on his own. and he drives off.
NOW, im in panic mode!!! its almost 4, and i call moocher, quick like! he got the damn answering machine on, and after his lil recording i yell into the fone, answer the phone, pick up!!! this is important!! get off ya fat ass and pick up the fone!!!! then, he picks up the fone, and i tell him everything, and i told him that if he wants to save his job, and our jobs, he better fucking tell doyle that he is willing to work 16 hour shifts, or thats it!! and i told him to wait until doyle asks, then tell him. i repeated this several times, and reminded him that at his age and condition, he aint gonna get a job no place else. and again i repeated that if he tells doyle that he wants to work just 8 hours, we are all fucked, with a capital F!!! also i told him he better get fat jason to play ball, too!!! he said that he will do this, and i said, ok, i'll see you tomorrow.
then about 6 last night, moocher calls, and told me that i was right on the money, doyle asked him about the shifts and he told doyle that he will work 16 hour shifts, and that doyle told him that he just saved his job. i asked him if he told fat jason, and he said he did but fat jason was grumbly and sleepy, and that he did say that he would do it, and that he will ask him again later. then i told him what happened to start all this shit, and that sammy is on the endangered species list, that doyle got woken up at 4 am, and when doyle left here he told me that if anyone bangs on his door, they are fired!!!
so, now, i got to go into work today, and later on, fat jason comes in at 4, and i will tell him myself about this. i better not get fired, i will raise holy high hell if i do.
