Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven.
Buffalo Kisser phones me and asks if he can come into my office. I go and let him in.
"Hey man, look who I've got with me!" It's DiceGimp.
Buffalo Kisser said that DiceGimp had a problem, and the problem was with me. So he brought him in to talk to me. DiceGimp is sullenly quiet during this time, and Buffalo Kisser is grinning.
So I turn to DiceGimp and say, "So? What's your beef, Ma?"
He said that he was thinking of leaving the site and trying to get another one, and the main reason is me. I gestured for him to continue.
Basically, I made him feel bad about the parking ticket yesterday. He went on about it in the sort of excruciating detail and length that you'd normally only experience on my blog, and finally fell silent.
I said "You know, that was you being a twit when you tried to pawn that thing off on me. One, I don't do parking control, you do. Two, we're not from the same company. Just because I know what to do doesn't mean I'm going to do it for you. And three, find a better reason to leave the site."
He protested, saying that he thought that someone on my site may have got the ticket, but I responded with "You're in charge (although not in the level of care that I'm charged with, since he just rides his bike around) of a greater number of people at the same address than can be found in my area. Statistical likelihood says that the ticket doesn't belong to anybody in here."
DiceGimp: "Yeah, but how do you know it doesn't?"
Rimmy: "I don't. But you know what? When people come to my site, we give them parking passes for the day. They can't get tickets, since ours last all day. And everybody else has assigned parking underground."
DiceGimp: "You didn't tell me that!"
Rimmy: "You didn't ask, you just wanted to slough your ticket off on me. I wasn't about to instruct you."
And that was basically that. He'd got resentful about it (fair enough, I was a dick) and finally upset enough to want to leave the site.
That, and he wants to be paid more. When he said that, I managed to not ask how much of a raise for doing nothing he expected. :P
Anyway, when he started repeating himself again I said "Well, I can't get you a higher paying job, but I'll tell you what - after this week, I'll stop working graveyards here and the pressure for dealing with my asshole self will be removed for you. How's that sound?"
"Uhhhhhh....."
"Will that help you or not?"
"I don't know."
Yeah, I hear that a lot.
I wasn't bluffing. At the start of my shift, when I was being briefed by Barney (usually just a hello and he puts on his gloves and heads for his motorcycle) he told me that I'm now the S/S and I'll be working afternoons. Permanently.
He made it sound like it was all his choice, but I have my doubts. I'll find out more when I can talk to my CSM, and more still in a week when a certain eyes-and-ears of our client returns from vacation.
I might add that working the 1600-000 shift is just about the worst thing I can imagine - no more evenings!
As it stands now, I can do stuff every evening, seven days a week if I want to. Now... nyet. Pfft.
Also, the World's Happiest Man (he delivers bread products for the cafeteria) gave me two loaves of bread today and a sack of bagels. I gave some of that stuff away to hungry people walking in (oops, does that mean they're not going to buy at the cafeteria? Sucks that I'm a nice guy, huh?) and when Crazy Cougar Receptionist came it, I offered her something. I said that the delivery guy brought his regular bribe by, and I couldn't possibly finish it all.
CCR: "What do you mean bribe?"
Rimmy: "The usual thing - he gives me free stuff."
CCR: "What does he bribe you for?"
Rimmy: "Because I know some things about him, and he wants to be able to keep delivering."
CCR: "Like what?"
Rimmy: "Well if I told you, I wouldn't be holding up my side of the bargain, now would I? Care for a multigrain bagel?"
It was sweet! I hope she tells her Cafeteria Lady buddy, and they decide to file a complaint to my boss. Hope they do it next week though, because then my boss will be me. I'll investigate with all due consideration.
Did I mention that Barney isn't going to tell anybody he's going, and I'm not going to tell anybody I've taken over until he's gone and they ask? It'll be a good way to flush out who's who.
"Hey man, look who I've got with me!" It's DiceGimp.
Buffalo Kisser said that DiceGimp had a problem, and the problem was with me. So he brought him in to talk to me. DiceGimp is sullenly quiet during this time, and Buffalo Kisser is grinning.
So I turn to DiceGimp and say, "So? What's your beef, Ma?"
He said that he was thinking of leaving the site and trying to get another one, and the main reason is me. I gestured for him to continue.
Basically, I made him feel bad about the parking ticket yesterday. He went on about it in the sort of excruciating detail and length that you'd normally only experience on my blog, and finally fell silent.
I said "You know, that was you being a twit when you tried to pawn that thing off on me. One, I don't do parking control, you do. Two, we're not from the same company. Just because I know what to do doesn't mean I'm going to do it for you. And three, find a better reason to leave the site."
He protested, saying that he thought that someone on my site may have got the ticket, but I responded with "You're in charge (although not in the level of care that I'm charged with, since he just rides his bike around) of a greater number of people at the same address than can be found in my area. Statistical likelihood says that the ticket doesn't belong to anybody in here."
DiceGimp: "Yeah, but how do you know it doesn't?"
Rimmy: "I don't. But you know what? When people come to my site, we give them parking passes for the day. They can't get tickets, since ours last all day. And everybody else has assigned parking underground."
DiceGimp: "You didn't tell me that!"
Rimmy: "You didn't ask, you just wanted to slough your ticket off on me. I wasn't about to instruct you."
And that was basically that. He'd got resentful about it (fair enough, I was a dick) and finally upset enough to want to leave the site.
That, and he wants to be paid more. When he said that, I managed to not ask how much of a raise for doing nothing he expected. :P
Anyway, when he started repeating himself again I said "Well, I can't get you a higher paying job, but I'll tell you what - after this week, I'll stop working graveyards here and the pressure for dealing with my asshole self will be removed for you. How's that sound?"
"Uhhhhhh....."
"Will that help you or not?"
"I don't know."
Yeah, I hear that a lot.
I wasn't bluffing. At the start of my shift, when I was being briefed by Barney (usually just a hello and he puts on his gloves and heads for his motorcycle) he told me that I'm now the S/S and I'll be working afternoons. Permanently.
He made it sound like it was all his choice, but I have my doubts. I'll find out more when I can talk to my CSM, and more still in a week when a certain eyes-and-ears of our client returns from vacation.
I might add that working the 1600-000 shift is just about the worst thing I can imagine - no more evenings!
As it stands now, I can do stuff every evening, seven days a week if I want to. Now... nyet. Pfft.
Also, the World's Happiest Man (he delivers bread products for the cafeteria) gave me two loaves of bread today and a sack of bagels. I gave some of that stuff away to hungry people walking in (oops, does that mean they're not going to buy at the cafeteria? Sucks that I'm a nice guy, huh?) and when Crazy Cougar Receptionist came it, I offered her something. I said that the delivery guy brought his regular bribe by, and I couldn't possibly finish it all.
CCR: "What do you mean bribe?"
Rimmy: "The usual thing - he gives me free stuff."
CCR: "What does he bribe you for?"
Rimmy: "Because I know some things about him, and he wants to be able to keep delivering."
CCR: "Like what?"
Rimmy: "Well if I told you, I wouldn't be holding up my side of the bargain, now would I? Care for a multigrain bagel?"
It was sweet! I hope she tells her Cafeteria Lady buddy, and they decide to file a complaint to my boss. Hope they do it next week though, because then my boss will be me. I'll investigate with all due consideration.
Did I mention that Barney isn't going to tell anybody he's going, and I'm not going to tell anybody I've taken over until he's gone and they ask? It'll be a good way to flush out who's who.
posted by Rimmy at 10:18
5 Comments:
You know a Unionized employee couldn't have thier shift switched like that. They could refuse and the company would have to provide a fair and reasonable explination for changing someones shift.As well as a reasonable ajustment time period before it occured. Also seniority would dictate that your refusale would pass off the shift change to a lower senior person. Unions Sure do Suck. ;-)
The fair and reasonable explanation is that I just got a promotion to being the Site Supervisor, King Cheese, Big Dick, whatever you want to call me, and the shift that goes along with that is the 1600-0000 one. I could refuse the promotion of course, but I'm probably not going to.
If I was a union boy, some useless fuck like The Sleeper who's been with the company longer than me (most of it spent snoring) would get the promotion instead, because that's what unions promote - uselessness. Your move, Mr. Spirograph. ;)
No if you were unionized Sleeper would have never made it as useless as he is. Very poor yet typical perception on unions. Do you really think Managment in unionized company let useless dicks past thier prohibation date? Case in point my work place where 1 out of every 30 employee's actually go full time, and the rest find other places to work. There is also that populous mentality where if one member doesn't pull his wieght he get's reamed out by fellow employee's which is often a worse experience than dealing managment.
Congrats on your promotion btw, by the sounds of your blog I wasn't sure if it was forced on you or not, and if it was really positive since you were lossing your shift. I am also glad to hear you will be seeing less of dice gimp.
Nice try - we've all seen exactly how unions "protect" deadwood. Not to say that deadwood doesn't pop up elsewhere, but unions keep unskilled and useless employees precisely because that's what unions do - preserve some ridiculous sense of entitlement amongst employees who feel that even showing up to work ought to be richly paid. The laziest people I've ever met have all been unionized making more than their non-unionized contemporaries and slacking off waaaaaay worse.
Case in point at your work? That just shows that there aren't many opportunities to move forwards. Stasis. You see?
Can't force a promotion on anybody, I just haven't yet heard from anybody other than Barney about it, so I don't know details.
The laziest people I've ever met have all been unionized making more than their non-unionized contemporaries and slacking off waaaaaay worse. !!!
The laziest people I have ever heard of work with you? Can someone possibly be lazier than that? Because Sloth seems to be a pretty common sin in your industry.
As for slacking off, they are mearly recovering the "surplus labor value" that is exploited via the Wage Labor system every hour they work. I personally do my best slacking during OT where I make 32.28/hour. Work half as hard for double the pay. And too be fair it was buisness men who set up the wage system not unions or workers. Capitalism reaps what it sows....
And labor will bleed the system for every damn dime it can, given the blood spilled by workers on the systems behalf every single day.
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