J2
One of the California technicians on the line is one of those "third world people" Chuck is always angry about. Today I happened to hit the bathroom the same time Chuck did. Since I told him I didn't need him around anymore he discovered he could hang out on a production line over by the other side of the building. A couple of his buddies work there so he can hang out all day long and yap with them, and still get paid. Best part is I never see him anymore. Now that he's realized he can just loiter around he's much happier. Anyway Chuck, myself, and J2 all were using the sinks to wash up about the same time. J2 finished first and walked out the door.
No sooner had J2 left the bathroom Chuck turned to me and said, "Did you ever notice how third world people use the bathroom sink like it's a toilet?"
Chuck hadn't said more than two words to me since I kinda kicked him out of his spot on the line.
He continued. "They usually blow their noses in the sink, gargle the water in their mouth, spit, and try to wash up in it like it's a bathtub. You ever notice that?"
J2 did spit in the sink just a few seconds ago but so what. Some guys spit in the urinals while they're pissing. Is spitting in the bathroom sink a bigger crime? I told Chuck I didn't notice or care. I could see the disgust in his eyes as he looked at me. I was just another California fuckup to him. He left the room.
J2 is from Venezuela. That's what he's told me about himself anyway. I've been watching him in the test area the past week or so. He's right on the other side of my final assembly bench. His daily routine is to come in, put his feet up at his tech bench, put on some huge stereo headphones, and place his arms behind his head. He spends most of the day kicking back. Rarely if ever does he touch an instrument. The only time he gets animated is when a woman walks by in the hallway. Doesn't matter if the woman is old or young, fat or skinny, ugly or beautiful. If it's female and breathing, he's up out of his seat like a shot from a gun and he's immediately walking side by side with her trying to pull the Latino Lover scam. He's married with two kids. They're all back down in California. Up here he's trying to cheat on his wife like there's no tomorrow. I find his antics to be repugnant.
Can't do anything about J2. He's protected, another of The Drunk's kiss asses. If J2 whines about something in a line meeting to The Drunk, or if he whines to her in private she gives him what he wants with no questions asked. The company is treating us pretty good on this gig. We get a ton of fringe benefits while we're here. How'd you like to have a fully furnished apartment with weekly maid service, a company car, instant credit on a corporate card, per diem per day, and tons of company parties? Apparently that isn't enough for J2. He's complained that he can't afford to call his family back home. Calling California can't be that expensive, I thought. Well, that wasn't the deal. He wanted to be calling his family back in Venezuela every night after work. So he complained to The Drunk about it and she's paying all his private phone bills now. Huh? And he complained he couldn't afford his cable TV bill. She's paying that for him now too. All on the company dime. They aren't doing stuff like that for anyone else here so what makes J2 so special?
No sooner had J2 left the bathroom Chuck turned to me and said, "Did you ever notice how third world people use the bathroom sink like it's a toilet?"
Chuck hadn't said more than two words to me since I kinda kicked him out of his spot on the line.
He continued. "They usually blow their noses in the sink, gargle the water in their mouth, spit, and try to wash up in it like it's a bathtub. You ever notice that?"
J2 did spit in the sink just a few seconds ago but so what. Some guys spit in the urinals while they're pissing. Is spitting in the bathroom sink a bigger crime? I told Chuck I didn't notice or care. I could see the disgust in his eyes as he looked at me. I was just another California fuckup to him. He left the room.
J2 is from Venezuela. That's what he's told me about himself anyway. I've been watching him in the test area the past week or so. He's right on the other side of my final assembly bench. His daily routine is to come in, put his feet up at his tech bench, put on some huge stereo headphones, and place his arms behind his head. He spends most of the day kicking back. Rarely if ever does he touch an instrument. The only time he gets animated is when a woman walks by in the hallway. Doesn't matter if the woman is old or young, fat or skinny, ugly or beautiful. If it's female and breathing, he's up out of his seat like a shot from a gun and he's immediately walking side by side with her trying to pull the Latino Lover scam. He's married with two kids. They're all back down in California. Up here he's trying to cheat on his wife like there's no tomorrow. I find his antics to be repugnant.
Can't do anything about J2. He's protected, another of The Drunk's kiss asses. If J2 whines about something in a line meeting to The Drunk, or if he whines to her in private she gives him what he wants with no questions asked. The company is treating us pretty good on this gig. We get a ton of fringe benefits while we're here. How'd you like to have a fully furnished apartment with weekly maid service, a company car, instant credit on a corporate card, per diem per day, and tons of company parties? Apparently that isn't enough for J2. He's complained that he can't afford to call his family back home. Calling California can't be that expensive, I thought. Well, that wasn't the deal. He wanted to be calling his family back in Venezuela every night after work. So he complained to The Drunk about it and she's paying all his private phone bills now. Huh? And he complained he couldn't afford his cable TV bill. She's paying that for him now too. All on the company dime. They aren't doing stuff like that for anyone else here so what makes J2 so special?
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