TGIF - There Goes Integrity Fucker!

[jack_babalon]

Remember: The Meek Won't Inherit Shit!!!!

"Do you know why we called you in here today Mr...." and she pauses to consult some paperwork, looks puzzled and confers with the Assistant mgr. Who whispers something back. She whispers again. I sit at the other end of the table in the conference room. My eyes ache and theres that horrible sharp clarity that comes with serotonin depravation that produces visions of hell or voices that say "Burn-Rob-Burn". I have a hangover that feels like a family of Yeti's have decided to use my skull as a sex toy. The two managers at the end of the table sit in front of a white board with scribbled codes and numbers written in bright red marker behind them.Sunlight filters through between us cloaking them in shadows lending them quite a dramatic air, second hand on the clock ticking loudly into my hangover. Finally one of them figures it out.
"Ahhh. Sorry. Mr.M_____" She says with a sense of mock apology.
"No" I say calmly.
"Your names not Robert M_____."
"It is. I was answering your question. I don't know why you called me in here."
'Someone must have been telling lies about Francis K.'- I think to myself. Well here we go again.
"OH. Ummm...It's regarding your time actually."
" I like to think of it as 'OUR' time ma'am" I say smuggly qouting my last manager, who after giving us a lecture on 'Teamwork' and 'Sticking together' bolted the moment his headhunter was able to squeeze a few extra dollars somewhere out there in the wilds of the Bush economy. She visibly recoils when she hears the qoute. God even I can see why I bug people so much.
"Yes. Right. 'Our time'. You see you've been getting in at 8 to 8:30 these last few weeks."
"Uh-huh.."
"And well your scheduled to work from nine to..."
"5:30" the assistant mgr finishes. Well I don't know about you, but i'm sure glad he was here to clear that up.
"Okay, I'll bite. So what's the problem then?"
"Your showing up early."
"And..."
"And your not working your scheduled hours. Your working early..."
"This is why you called me in here?Because i've been showing up EARLY for work?" There are a lot of colorful terms I wanted to use. Alas I'm not as bold in real life as I am in LJ-LJ-Land.
"Well it's that you have a schedule to follow..."
And so it went. The two of us going back and forth like two beetles wrestling each other with each others mandibles locked, scuttling forward, scuttling back, neither one winning- neither one losing. Finally an hour of this crap later and i'm back here manning my
cube. Because i'm apparently the last man in Atlanta to not own a car and hence I suffer the whims of the MARTA schedule they decided to be a little lenient. It's lunch now for me. A little protein might run some interference against my headache. Anyway back to our regularly scheduled programming...

Comments

[rubberella.livejournal.com]

*shakes head in disbelief*

i'm actually speechless and dumbfounded on this....

RE:"i'm actually speechless and dumbfounded on this...."

[jackbabalon23.livejournal.com]

Which is exactly what people used to say about my sets at the SR. ;)
Yeah it's stupid. But put in perspective they actually paid me for an hour to bitch about my being early, when I could've been out there doing my job. I wonder if my superiors know of the term 'Cost Benefit Analyst'.
Okay now do me a favor and go to my last post and put in your name so I can have a giant japanese monster named
"Rubberella" to fight!!
See ya tomorrow- have "Wicked"fun tonight and thanks for writing.

[catwalk.livejournal.com]

our front-desk guy has the same problem, except the only one who suffers is him, because he doesn't get paid for the 45 minutes extra that the demand-transit bus brings him in early. oh, they'll damn sure be on time to pick him up at 4:30pm, but they get to his apartment about an hour earlier than he needs to be picked up...

Fuck That!

[jackbabalon23.livejournal.com]

So I guess I'd have an extended breakfast before clocking in. (Where do you work again?)
This is almost as bad as the time they wouldn't let me take Chunnakah off just because I wasn't Jewish...I mean really.

Re: Fuck That!

[catwalk.livejournal.com]

i work at a radio station in auburn, al. war eagle and all that jazz!

[(Anonymous)]

Look up the definition of "dooced" on the internet. I worry for you sometimes, dear. Call me tomorrow if you get a chance. I am thinking about going to the Chihuly exhibit as I am running out of time. You are welcome to tag along if you like.

-L