My Summer Job in "General Maintenance" (semi-long) (672 hits)
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Submitted by Kurbs <staggman.at.gmail.com> (View user info) at 2005-02-23 15:44:16 EST
My neighbor and I worked general maintenance over this past summer, for him it was his first job, for me it was my first legal job.
Before taking this job I had been a bag drop and caddy for the local country club, but quit because rich people are lazy, and can afford carts, whereas poor people are lazy and can afford caddies, and there are no poor people courses near me.
My next job was mowing lawns for a sewerage company my father's freind owned, but it was discovered the reason his grass had to be mowed twice a week was a leaky storage tank, and his businesses whole yard had to be torn up, and I was a busboy for a restaurant that was so cheap it stole its free crackers and sugars from another restaurant down the street.
Anyway, on to the point of this story. We were working 8 hour days in the hot summer in a brick refurbished (well, halfway anyway) factory building, with no air conditioning.
I will skip the majority of our boring work here, and just give you some of the highlights of what we did.
Our first day, some douchebag hit a fire hydrant, flooding the 40,000 square foot bottom floor with three feet of water. After opening a conveniently located manhole and draining the majority, we spent 2 days squeegeeing water from every corner and depression in this concrete floored warehouse to the one small manhole.
During that time we rarely saw our boss, just the large hispanic fork truck driver named "Angel", who found it funny to miss us by about 2.5 inches going at the forklifts top speed, and leaving us in the propane exhaust.
After this we started seeing our large redheaded hungover/drunk (depends if it was before noon or after noon) boss more and more. He found it funny to do random shit to us, calling us names, some of which we had never heard before, including the highlight of "Gay Ballistic". If you can find a meaning to that, please do.
We had to dissassemble 5 thirty square foot storage facilities of chain link fence, while the freight elevator was broken, and the other tiny elevators wouldn't fit the 10 foot high chain link fences or poles into it. Anyone who has carried rolls of chain link without gloves can tell you it is horribly painful. Let me remind you of the fact that our boss was nowhere to be found during this, and all of the other work we did. As far as I could tell all he did was use a spray gun to spray several gallons of paint, which we caried up four flights of stairs to bring to him, and he smoked his ciggarrettes. I wouldnt mind this if our job wasn't an ASSISTANT to Al.
One morning we came in to put down carpeting down, so Al could paint. We carried up the first sets, and noticed someone had left a window open overnight, so it wasn't unbearbly hot. As I went to turn on our radio to 107.3, WAAF Rocks Boston, two pigeons flew down out of the rafters, and one tried to fly out the window Carlos had decided to close, and smashed his head into it, fell to the floor for three seconds, got up, and flew into the adjacent room, of which all the windows had been closed in.
This room, just by luck, was about 300 feet long, and they decided to fly to the far end. We would each take one bird, it was decided, herd it into the next room, and get it out the window. Easier said than done. About one hour of metal scrap and soda can throwing later, we got one bird into the other room, where the owner of the building had opened the door to vent out the rest of the floor, then flew into some ladies art studio, where we opened one of her windows and closed her door, where it shat on one of her paintings and she freaked out later on. The other bird, it was decided, could be locked in that abandoned room it flew into until it died, and we never went back into that room to check. Damn thing is probably still shitting up a storm.
Another time we had to lift 2 buckets of rocks onto a motorized forklift. These were rubbermaid trash barrels, and one of them had the side rip from the weight. It took two of us to lift each one onto the 600 lb motorized hand truck. This means there was probably about 800-1000 pounds of weight on this, and wehn we loaded it onto one of the small elevators, it dipped three inches further into the shaft. (shaft..hehehe) About halfway out of the building towards the dumping spot in the Assabet River, which is so polluted even Manda's vagina juice is cleaner, the truck dies, and I had to pull all of the weight on it across a hot parking lot, and I am only 6'2 150 lbs, so I'm not exactly built. I received two radio calls from my boss asking me why it was taking so long, and if the owner of the building didn't keep a radio for listening purposes, my boss would have got a nice "fuck off" from me.
Throughout our working there we were constantly harrsased and called names, had ladders shaken on us, etc. My last straw was being up on a ladder doing some work and him coming up and shaking the ladder on me to the point where I was holding on with one hand and one foot. I stopped in the owner of the building's office and told him I was quitting, for reasons I didn't feel comfortable saying to someone who I respected, as everyone except my boss Al was great.
To whom it May Concern;
I would like to list for you the many names that Al has called Carlos and I over the course of working for this company. Gizibelle, Homo, fucking fruit cake, slim Jim, jackass, dingledork, jackass, gay, so fucking gay, gay ballistic, pansy, loser, needledick, Monday morning quarterback, Steve jr., Steve's little brother, lazy fat ass, ostrich, porkypine, dumbass, gizmund, Jeremiah (as in the bullfrog), douchebag, shitstain, girly man, woman, smartass, and immature (kind of ironic there).
Alone, or just once, these jousts would have been conceivable, even humorous. However, when it becomes an everyday occurrence, it gets annoying, then angering, then to a breaking point, which occurred on Wednesday. This work place has become stressful and far too hectic for me to continue my work here. I assumed that you may want to know how it feels to be employed under the current management, or how it has been thus far. I suggest you take this into consideration before putting more teens under supervision of Al.
I would like to thank those of you at ******** for employing me for the summer of 2004. I would have liked to work for you through the rest of my high school career, and if there is ever a management change in the maintenance area, feel free to give me a call and I will gladly come back to work for you.
Sincerely
Kurbs
This story is 100% factual, the name of the company has been excluded for its protection, as I only had a problem with one employee, whose name was not changed, because I don't feel like covering anything for him
Real Men don't Spell check, and for your pleasure imagine this man with red hair, and a little fatter, and you will have our boss, no joke
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Submitted by MandaPanda (user info) at 2005-02-24 00:01:52 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
"which is so polluted even Manda's vagina juice is cleaner"
Bitch! Bend over for your spanking!
Submitted by TheMidnight12AM (user info) at 2005-02-24 00:00:39 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
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Submitted by Shizae (user info) at 2005-02-23 23:04:05 EST (#)
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Submitted by Mister_Fahrenheit (user info) at 2005-02-23 20:38:55 EST (#)
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Submitted by MandaPanda (user info) at 2005-02-23 16:57:21 EST (#)
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Good boy.
Submitted by vettesrule88 (user info) at 2005-02-23 16:33:54 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
congo, marlboro country club
Submitted by congo (user info) at 2005-02-23 16:33:11 EST (#)
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which golf course were you working at?
Submitted by Jeanneee (user info) at 2005-02-23 16:33:01 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
HAHAHAHAHA "Monday morning quarterback"
Submitted by jgreening (user info) at 2005-02-23 16:28:40 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Score.
I would herded a pigeon into his office on a weekend.
Submitted by vettesrule88 (user info) at 2005-02-23 16:12:43 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
'chuga, I actually on that last day called him an asshole while he was shaking the ladder, and he told me to come down to say it tohis face, i'm 8 inches taller than him so i looked down at him and told him "I don't think you want assault on a minor on your record" because he had mentioned before he cant get a handgun license, which is usually because of a police record.
Submitted by Lechuga (user info) at 2005-02-23 16:10:33 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
How do you stop your boss from harassing you at your shit job?
Hit him in the face with an axe!
Submitted by TheSpook (user info) at 2005-02-23 16:00:55 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
This brings back SO many memories of my shit jobs....
It was awesome.
Submitted by Adamdidit2u (user info) at 2005-02-23 15:49:41 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by vettesrule88 (user info) at 2005-02-23 15:45:58 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
I forgot to put that that letter was my letter of resignation, listing the obvious reasons I quit,