Friday, February 05, 2010
Some Peoples Children
At work we have one grouchy, old, moody, bi-polar piece of shit co-worker. He can be fine one minute and someone says the wrong word and he’s in a bitchy little mood, grumpy, growling, being a little fuck. We’ve had our “differences”, to put it mildly. And by “differences” I mean, he hates women so, naturally, he dislikes me greatly. I guess it hurts his miniscule testicles that a female can drive an airboat and do well on tour, sometimes better, than he does.
I’ve been privy to all sorts of names, comments, (usually under his breath), snotty remarks and glares for some time. One day I told him that if he had something to say to me, to man up, grow a pair and say it to my face not under his breath as he’s passing by like a little bitch.
Naturally, he took that well.
So, needless to say, I really can’t stand the old, wrinkled bag.
Then we got a new girl and when we started getting along, he decided that really pissed him off. He started doing everything to her that he had done to me. All of a sudden, for no reason whatsoever, he decided I was ok. He joked around with me, spoke to me decently, wasn’t a complete prick towards me. But he was with the new girl and I don’t forget things easily, nor do I trust the piece of shit.
Today, he decided that I had done something to piss him off, (it didn’t affect him AT. ALL!), so he took it upon himself to come down to the boat I was loading and throw a fit and cuss in front of the people on my boat.
That was the last straw.
I hate to do this but I went and told the boss what had happened. The boss had a talk with him and told him it was unprofessional, makes us look bad and was unacceptable.
Well, guess what. I’m back on GrumpyFuck’s shit list again and he’s currently trying to recruit some of my fellow co-workers to his “side”. :::serious eye roll::: Are you getting it when I say I work with fucking idiots? This 50 something year old twit threw a tempter tantrum in front of the customers over something that did not even affect him NOR was it even a big deal. Like, stupid.
Gah, it’s so stupid I don’t even want to type it but to get you to fully understand what we are working with here, I guess I will.
Most of us are assigned boats. We drive the same boats every day. The rest of them, including GrumpyFuck, do not have an assigned boat because they came after us. Anyway, today, I was up next, got the count and started calling people to the dock to load on my boat.
Except...where did my boat go? It’s not where I left it.
I continue down the dock, looking for my boat. I cannot find it and I’ve got all of these people following me. Finally I see my boat next to the repair shed. WTF is my boat doing there? I call on the radio to ask about that. No one responds.
Fuck it, I’m taking the first boat I see because all of the other boats are claimed. It just so happens to be the boat that GrumpyFuck was going to drive that day. Well, there’s two more people going before he goes and this is the only fucking boat available, I’m taking it. It’s not HIS gottdamned boat anyway, it was purchased and is maintained by the boss. And the boss doesn’t give a flying shit what boat you take, just take the damn tourists on their fucking tour.
So, I start to load this boat. Now someone wants to respond to me that my boat is being fixed so I should take another boat and specify which one they think I should take. (This is not the boss, mind you.) I respond that it’s too late now, I have already started loading because here’s the thing: My boss? Does not care about this petty bullshit. All he cares about is that the people come in, pay, get on the boat, go on the tour, come back, buy more shit. That’s it. And frankly, that’s all I care about either. I don’t give a fuck what some wind bag thinks of me or some pot head or alcoholic piece of crap. What I care about is what the boss thinks and said boss keeping me employed.
But I also do not like drama. Unnecessary bullshit, petty drama.
So here comes GrumpyFuck, stomping down the dock towards the boat. I ask him, because I know what’s coming, if he would like to listen to what is going on or would he rather just be mad. He growls, “Like I’ve got nothing fucking better to do all day than clean fucking boats”. See, in the morning, we come in, we clean the boats we will be using that day. Pick up the trash, wipe the seats down, that sort of thing.
Because I took “his” boat, that would mean he would have to take another boat, (claiming he had to clean it which he fucking did not because it had already been cleaned by the person who was going to drive it that day but ended up instead working on my boat).
Why didn’t I just take that other boat instead? Because I had already marched these people down one dock and down a second while looking for my own fucking boat that not one damn person had bothered to tell me they were working on. And instead of walking them all the way back through a crowd of other people getting on and off boats, I just took the first available boat that I knew was not being used right then.
NOT a big fucking deal.
GrumpyFuck then repeats himself but this time much louder ensuring that those on my boat can hear him. He’s trying to make a statement and he’s trying to make me look bad in front of the people on my boat. And, ultimately, he’s trying to screw me on tips.
“Like I have NOTHING FUCKING BETTER TO DO THAN CLEAN FUCKING BOATS!” he bellows.
In the end, he never even took a boat.
Let’s summarize here:
My boat was missing.
I took what boat I could.
GrumpyFuck throws a fit and curses in front of my customers, twice.
He had no need to clean any other boat because all of the boats were already clean.
He never even took a fucking boat and, therefore, did not miss out on his own, precious, unassigned boat for any tour at all.
In other words, he was in no way inconvenienced at all. It did not affect him at all. He threw a fucking hissy fit for no damn reason and ended up making himself look like a fool. And the boss, whose ass GrumpyFuck kisses non stop, told him that this time, GrumpyFuck was wrong. The boss also told me, “He’s an obstinate old man, he has issues...” when the boss was telling me that the situation had been taken care of.
But I’m the one on the shit list. Course, that shit list is one or two people, (because the rest of us are tired of his shit), but they are such fucking assholes that it makes work sometimes annoying. Because he will be a colossal prick at work, on tour and will do everything he can to try to make me look like shit in front of the customers. Because he’s a fucking four year old.
I have a headache so I’m going to take a nap now. But do you see what I mean when I say I work with fucking idiots?
