8.16.1996
Today it was really slow at work so I left the line around 8:30 this morning. I did what I could to scrounge around for something to do, but nobody needed any help. I'm doing good on supplies and pre-fab stuff like board modules and card cages so I went to the portable building to check my email. Much to my surprise there was a message from Joanne. While I was writing a reply to her an alert window came up about an incoming message. It was from Marie. I miss working with both of them . Joanne and Marie were on the late swingshift back at TDS. Sometimes they worked graveyard hours. Both of them are crazy old ladies full of fire and brimstone. They were alot of fun to work with.
The ladies told me serious shit had just gone down in the Closed Area. Apparently my former supervisor there at TDS had been removed from her job. I was shocked. Joanne said that when they gave my nice boss the news she was almost in tears. I would imagine they did it because they feel she just isn't getting the job done. The reality of it is however no one else they put in her position will be able to do any better. It's just the nature of the beast. I think it's terrible and I feel bad for her. The new guy they were bringing in to take over the Closed Area supervisor job was a guy named Bob. I never met him so I have no idea if he's any good, but Joanne mentioned in her email that she thought the guy was an asshole. They split up the shifts by giving them a swing shift manager as well, and Joanne said that person is a dummy. The whole time I worked at TDS we never had a manager on swing shift. It was basically me, and they never paid me a dime more than my factory peasant wage for my trouble. All I can say about that is, I'm glad I left when I did.
I think they put a swing shift supervisor in there because of all the vengeance attacks we did to Mr. Janitor. The guys won't be able to scuff up his floors with the heels of their shoes anymore, but if they're covert about it they could probably keep spilling isopropyl alcohol all over the place and screw Mr. Janitor up that way. The guys told me their Hate Crime Friday attacks on Mr. Janitor continued after I quit the company. That made my little black heart glow with warmth.
Boredom continues to plague me. I've got the whole weekend in front of me and I can't think of a single thing I want to do or go see. I was going to work an overtime shift tomorrow to help kill one weekend day, but now there's nothing that needs to be done in here. Around this place it's like the US Army, always hurry up and wait. Hurry up and wait.
Jennifer is fucking up again. I left her with a few basic things that needed to be done. Nothing too difficult. I gave her the key to our PO Box downtown and asked her to check it once a week, then send our bills up to me here in Spokane so I could pay them on time. The bills stopped coming up a couple of weeks ago and I couldn't figure out why. Jennifer was being evasive about it so I called up my Mom and asked her to drive across town to our place and take the mailbox key away from her. Mom got over there, I told her what I suspected was happening, and she was really pissed off when she got back home with the key. She told me Jennifer had a large cardboard box on the livingroom floor and it was jammed full of all our mail. Bills included. Stupid girl. When I called her about it Tuesday night she got smug with me and said she was sorry in a condescending tone of voice. Jennifer wasn't sorry at all. It was all part of some deliberate petty plan of hers. Why does she keep doing stupid shit to me? I told Marie about this crap with Jennifer and she said, "Well, if that girl wants an engagement ring out of you she's sure going about it the wrong way." Damn straight, woman.
The ladies told me serious shit had just gone down in the Closed Area. Apparently my former supervisor there at TDS had been removed from her job. I was shocked. Joanne said that when they gave my nice boss the news she was almost in tears. I would imagine they did it because they feel she just isn't getting the job done. The reality of it is however no one else they put in her position will be able to do any better. It's just the nature of the beast. I think it's terrible and I feel bad for her. The new guy they were bringing in to take over the Closed Area supervisor job was a guy named Bob. I never met him so I have no idea if he's any good, but Joanne mentioned in her email that she thought the guy was an asshole. They split up the shifts by giving them a swing shift manager as well, and Joanne said that person is a dummy. The whole time I worked at TDS we never had a manager on swing shift. It was basically me, and they never paid me a dime more than my factory peasant wage for my trouble. All I can say about that is, I'm glad I left when I did.
I think they put a swing shift supervisor in there because of all the vengeance attacks we did to Mr. Janitor. The guys won't be able to scuff up his floors with the heels of their shoes anymore, but if they're covert about it they could probably keep spilling isopropyl alcohol all over the place and screw Mr. Janitor up that way. The guys told me their Hate Crime Friday attacks on Mr. Janitor continued after I quit the company. That made my little black heart glow with warmth.
Boredom continues to plague me. I've got the whole weekend in front of me and I can't think of a single thing I want to do or go see. I was going to work an overtime shift tomorrow to help kill one weekend day, but now there's nothing that needs to be done in here. Around this place it's like the US Army, always hurry up and wait. Hurry up and wait.
Jennifer is fucking up again. I left her with a few basic things that needed to be done. Nothing too difficult. I gave her the key to our PO Box downtown and asked her to check it once a week, then send our bills up to me here in Spokane so I could pay them on time. The bills stopped coming up a couple of weeks ago and I couldn't figure out why. Jennifer was being evasive about it so I called up my Mom and asked her to drive across town to our place and take the mailbox key away from her. Mom got over there, I told her what I suspected was happening, and she was really pissed off when she got back home with the key. She told me Jennifer had a large cardboard box on the livingroom floor and it was jammed full of all our mail. Bills included. Stupid girl. When I called her about it Tuesday night she got smug with me and said she was sorry in a condescending tone of voice. Jennifer wasn't sorry at all. It was all part of some deliberate petty plan of hers. Why does she keep doing stupid shit to me? I told Marie about this crap with Jennifer and she said, "Well, if that girl wants an engagement ring out of you she's sure going about it the wrong way." Damn straight, woman.
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