SO work was an utter cluster fuck today. The problem with my job is I have three bosses I have to answer to before I can get anything done or before any decisions can be made. The task for today was cleaning out the warehouse and organizing the disheveled piles of audio equipment left after weeks worth of rock shows and commencement ceremonies we had to engineer.
So after hours of pulling gear and testing gear I had the pieces separated I felt were trash and should never see the likes of another audio gig ever again. In the process of junking this shit, one of my bosses comes running at me like someone had just died, or been seriously maimed by a soldering iron.
My boss, who I will call number 2 for being such a piece of shit, proceeds to tell me what a mistake I have made for ruining the gear I had thrown out. I told him the gear was already ruined and the dumpster was an improvement for a lot of it. He didnt think that was so funny.
He told me that a lot of that stuff could be repaired and used. I told him he was fucking crazy if he thought I was going to fix gear that was built in the Stone Age that hasnt worked since the Bronze Age. He didnt think that was funny and then gave me this line about how its illegal to throw out any of our gear since were a rental house and dont technically own any of the gear outright. (I personally think that was a load of pig droppings and am currently in pursuit of the truth via Al Gores wonderful invention, the Internet). I told him the my other boss, number one (who will be called number one for having piss for brains) told me to get this job done because he was tired of looking at the chaos we call a warehouse. Number two then told me that he had never heard of such plans and that everything need to go back for repairs (at that point I wish I couldve set him on fire.with my mind).
The remainder of my day was spent pulling out all the gear I had just thrown away, checking itagain, and fixing it (some of it). Tomorrow Im probably going to hear it from number one for not doing what he told me to do. The moral of the story.fuck you number two.
So after hours of pulling gear and testing gear I had the pieces separated I felt were trash and should never see the likes of another audio gig ever again. In the process of junking this shit, one of my bosses comes running at me like someone had just died, or been seriously maimed by a soldering iron.
My boss, who I will call number 2 for being such a piece of shit, proceeds to tell me what a mistake I have made for ruining the gear I had thrown out. I told him the gear was already ruined and the dumpster was an improvement for a lot of it. He didnt think that was so funny.
He told me that a lot of that stuff could be repaired and used. I told him he was fucking crazy if he thought I was going to fix gear that was built in the Stone Age that hasnt worked since the Bronze Age. He didnt think that was funny and then gave me this line about how its illegal to throw out any of our gear since were a rental house and dont technically own any of the gear outright. (I personally think that was a load of pig droppings and am currently in pursuit of the truth via Al Gores wonderful invention, the Internet). I told him the my other boss, number one (who will be called number one for having piss for brains) told me to get this job done because he was tired of looking at the chaos we call a warehouse. Number two then told me that he had never heard of such plans and that everything need to go back for repairs (at that point I wish I couldve set him on fire.with my mind).
The remainder of my day was spent pulling out all the gear I had just thrown away, checking itagain, and fixing it (some of it). Tomorrow Im probably going to hear it from number one for not doing what he told me to do. The moral of the story.fuck you number two.
I hate when bureacratic shit like that happens....
yeah....no one wants to be canadian...