August 12, 2013

• after I get a text from Mark (work bud) to meet him at the clubhouse (Sunday night), I jump in my dune buggy (mit Rosie pooper clubs) only to have a completely dead battery.  then, I grab the clubs and head to the shrimpy truck, throw the clubs in the back, only to irritate a flock (umm) of bees.  dammit! after brushing many of them off (happy, at this point, that I put a loose sweater on), I jump in and make it down to the clubhouse on time.  we play the yellow course (the golf course has 3-9 holers; the yellow, the blue, and the white).  by the time we got to the 8th hole, it was amazingly dark.  I lose two balls in the darkness before giving up.  the sprinklers were going full blast as we were walking back.  the clubhouse, at this point was closed (I guess they trusted I'd give the rental pull cart back...and I did). it was fun, but next time we'll have to start an hour earlier.  this is the second time I've played this golf course, and still haven't completed a full 9 holes.

  have you ever worked with someone who always argues about completely unreasonable things?  we have a guy, we'll call him George ('cause that's his name) who is that guy.  his reasoning is completely skewed about everything under the sun.  I caught him arguing with the boss about how he should be able to do nothing for the last half hour of the day...I thought he was joking, but then he really lays into him with his warped reasoning.  he's beyond arrogant, and of course, everything he says and does is upright and correct in his eyes.  today, the assembly line went down, and most everyone just stood around.  there's a ton of stuff to be done, from cleaning up, to restocking the line, and/or jumping on a sub-station and build motors we desperately need, so we can continue to make parts when the line goes back up.  I jumped on a sub, and after watching every one else (sans Mark, who was taking out the recyclables) stand around and do nothing, I started hollering at 'em. now, I'm not the boss, I get that, but since the boss isn't around, the children had to be reminded that they're still getting paid.  anyway. George starts ripping into me for a good 1/2 hour about "what will 3nd shift build if we build all the motors?", along with every other lame brain rant he could think of.   I just stopped hollering and did my thing.  reminding myself that I'm not the boss.  anyway. long story, longer; we ran out of motors, just as I was trying to convey to them that would happen if they didn't help on sub-stations.  I let him have it when we ran out...he comes back with a lame excuse after wondering why I was hollering at him. one day he'll get a damn clue, meanwhile he'll keep screwin' off like he owns the place I told him I don't even wanna talk to him anymore. he's bad news.  this isn't the first encounter I've had with this guy. my day's are so much more pleasant when he works the other end of the line, so that's what I'll have to attempt to do. he's not worth getting an ulcer over. I just wish half these peeps that stand around and work hard at doing nothing could see the value of everyone pulling their own weight. I can only hope that one day we'll get a supervisor with a spine (shyeah! whatever.)

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