Goodbye Land of Make-Believe
Woo-hoo!!! No more Mr. Rogers!!!
For those of you that are not aware, Mr. Rogers is one of my coworkers. That is not his real name, but a nickname i refer to him by. I call him that because when he finally shows up for his shifts, instead of coming in to relieve me like he's supposed to, he makes me watch as he stands outside his car and slowly changes his shoes and sweater. (Just like Mr. Rogers in the beginning of every show. That man would change his clothes multiple times an episode, and yet rarely ever feeds those fish. What kind of priorities are those?)
He is often late, and when he does show up in the nick of time, he still leaves me stuck inside past the end of shift, witnessing his nightly fashion show. His inability to stay on his schedule is the reason i've had to change to working Friday-Saturday shifts instead of Saturday-Sunday shifts. My constant overtime on Sunday nights would leave me too tired for my 7 am class Monday mornings.
On the rare occasions that he shows up early, he usually won't scan the badge to let me leave the building, but holds me hostage while he regales me with ridiculous whiny tales of how difficult his life is. Like how his parents are willing to pay all his rent and bills whenever he decides to move out, on the condition that he start going to school full time....the horror! And how hard it is squeezing in the all-important underage drinking between the grueling schedule of 6 JC units he takes a semester.
At first, I kind of understood some of the complaints about the job. He does work the graveyard shift, which can be pretty grueling. And he's only 19 and it's the first job he's ever had...but he goes too far. He demanded more hours, then complains that he is overworked. He specifically asked for the grave shifts, and then insists he got shafted with the worst schedule. And he has put in notice numerous times, only to call at the last minute and "take it back". Not to mention that all this complaining began barely 3 weeks into the job.
Well, my boss just got fed up. This last Friday, the guy informed, (not asked but informed), my boss that starting next week, he was no longer working Saturday and Sunday grave shifts, but would be scaling back his hours to just Mondays and Tuesdays.
My boss had enough. So the boss tells me this morning that he is sending notice to our parent company that Mr. Rogers is no longer wanted at the contract location, and that they should send over his replacement as soon as possible. The best part? He hasn't told the guy yet.... it's really a beautiful moment of pure evil i'm enjoying right now.
For those of you that are not aware, Mr. Rogers is one of my coworkers. That is not his real name, but a nickname i refer to him by. I call him that because when he finally shows up for his shifts, instead of coming in to relieve me like he's supposed to, he makes me watch as he stands outside his car and slowly changes his shoes and sweater. (Just like Mr. Rogers in the beginning of every show. That man would change his clothes multiple times an episode, and yet rarely ever feeds those fish. What kind of priorities are those?)
He is often late, and when he does show up in the nick of time, he still leaves me stuck inside past the end of shift, witnessing his nightly fashion show. His inability to stay on his schedule is the reason i've had to change to working Friday-Saturday shifts instead of Saturday-Sunday shifts. My constant overtime on Sunday nights would leave me too tired for my 7 am class Monday mornings.
On the rare occasions that he shows up early, he usually won't scan the badge to let me leave the building, but holds me hostage while he regales me with ridiculous whiny tales of how difficult his life is. Like how his parents are willing to pay all his rent and bills whenever he decides to move out, on the condition that he start going to school full time....the horror! And how hard it is squeezing in the all-important underage drinking between the grueling schedule of 6 JC units he takes a semester.
At first, I kind of understood some of the complaints about the job. He does work the graveyard shift, which can be pretty grueling. And he's only 19 and it's the first job he's ever had...but he goes too far. He demanded more hours, then complains that he is overworked. He specifically asked for the grave shifts, and then insists he got shafted with the worst schedule. And he has put in notice numerous times, only to call at the last minute and "take it back". Not to mention that all this complaining began barely 3 weeks into the job.
Well, my boss just got fed up. This last Friday, the guy informed, (not asked but informed), my boss that starting next week, he was no longer working Saturday and Sunday grave shifts, but would be scaling back his hours to just Mondays and Tuesdays.
My boss had enough. So the boss tells me this morning that he is sending notice to our parent company that Mr. Rogers is no longer wanted at the contract location, and that they should send over his replacement as soon as possible. The best part? He hasn't told the guy yet.... it's really a beautiful moment of pure evil i'm enjoying right now.
posted by Marissa at 3:19 PM
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