A while back I wrote a post complaining about managers and supervisors that don’t want to deal with things. I’m not in management, I don’t supervise anyone, so I get to bitch. Right?
Almost anytime someone has asked me to do a task that isn’t my job, but isn’t likely to get me in trouble, I’ll help. I’m in maintenance, so my work area could be anywhere in the facility or grounds. You want me to do something that affects the other shifts, nah why don’t you go through channels to get approval. I don’t want anybody jumping down my throat because I did something without a work order. You misplace something and ask me to keep an eye out for it, sure no problem. Today I was reminded of Steve Martin in Planes, Trains, and Automobiles.
Oh, you fucking misplaced something. No, I’m not in charge of the fucking lost and found. No we don’t even HAVE a fucking lost and found anymore. Oh, you fucking lost something last month too?
Who Gives A Shit, Do I Look Like I Give A Fuck, and do you need a house to fall on you to help you keep track of your stuff? Moron, you lost your wedding ring 3 years ago and I found that and returned it. I’m not going to keep your fucking coffee cup. I overheard him say he was going to retire in 11 months, GOOD! I hope he can find his house.
Lions and Tigers and Bears Oh My!
Idiots Assholes and Jerks Oh My!
Okay, my rant is over. I feel better now.