it's 9am. all week long, it's been raining and around 50 degrees (15 celcisus?? ). early this morning it was snow snow, now it's freezing rain. the weather's supposed to keep up like that until the evening.
It took me twice as long to get to work so I got there a little late. The parking lot only had about 1/3 as many cars as on a normal day, and there was only 3 or 4 people from our company who showed up. I walked in, saw Brian Boucher working on a ladder, and told him I'm going back home before the roads get worse. That's New England....
I just started working at this jobsite this week, doing metal stud framing and hanging sheetrock. I had been on it back in August doing the same thing for a company that went bankrupt 2 weeks after I started working there.
That company was called Ralston, and the foreman on that job was a miserable little fucker named Mack. Mack was an older guy in his 50s. He had greying black hair, and he stood about 5'6" on a prosthetic leg. Among his other features was half a thumb on his right hand, and a sour expression on his face at all times.
This guy had the worst inferiority complex. Mack liked to carry himself like a drill sergeant so he was always barking out orders and being a prick. He gave me an attitude as soon as I walked on the job that first day. "It's 7:02, you're late kid." He'd complain about anything that didn't really matter. He complained that I wasn't wearing work gloves, then he told me I had the wrong kind of work gloves, then told me I was better off not using work gloves so I could get a feel for the material.
All I was doing was cutting aluminum studs on a chop saw and screwing them into place. I just needed something so I didn't slice myself open on the thin edges of the studs. Mack was a nitpicker. He complained about things that didn't matter because nobody's gonna make a big deal about it. So he get's this power rush off of telling people what to do. Control freak.
One time Mack pulled me aside, and told me that the best thing to do was get in good with a company, and stick with them. Don't trust the union hall because they play favorites down there. So he was basically telling me to play favorites with the company instead. Suck pump.
One day, this guy Neal hurt his back and couldn't come into work the next day. The steward told Mack about it so they could fill out a report and Mack fought against it tooth and nail. He did not want to legitimize Neal's claim, and did not want Neal getting any compensation for his work injury. It wasn't even Mack's money. Way to go Mack, is that what company loyalty is about? Screwing people over when they get hurt on the job? Fuckin' backstabber.
That arguement between Mack and the steward lasted for another week unitl Ralston construction inc. went under. Then Mack was high and dry without a company to be loyal to.
The new company is named Summit. After they started, Mack called them up looking for work. Some of the workers who had been there in August got hooked up with the job thorugh the Union hall when it restarted. The new foreman didn't bother with Mack because he didn't get one positive response from the workers. What goes around comes around motherfucker.
"Just when you think you've got it all figured out, another DEAD STOP in your life
Never thought it could happen to you another DEAD STOP serves you right."
-Negative Approach
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this website is awesome. I've been on it for almost an entire month and for the most part, people aren't going out of their way to put other people down and talk a buncha trash like they do on every other bulletin board in the world.
i also have to say thanx to everyone for the compliments on my journal entries. the feeling would have to be similar to being a suicide girl and having people always telling you you're hot. people actually look forward to reading my page. that rules! smooches for you all.
if people like my posts this much, maybe i should proof read some of these entries then try to get a column in maximum rocknroll or slug and lettuce or something.
by the way, if you like my posts, heresy200 usually has some good ones too. i wish i could give out more props, but this is way too long.
It took me twice as long to get to work so I got there a little late. The parking lot only had about 1/3 as many cars as on a normal day, and there was only 3 or 4 people from our company who showed up. I walked in, saw Brian Boucher working on a ladder, and told him I'm going back home before the roads get worse. That's New England....
I just started working at this jobsite this week, doing metal stud framing and hanging sheetrock. I had been on it back in August doing the same thing for a company that went bankrupt 2 weeks after I started working there.
That company was called Ralston, and the foreman on that job was a miserable little fucker named Mack. Mack was an older guy in his 50s. He had greying black hair, and he stood about 5'6" on a prosthetic leg. Among his other features was half a thumb on his right hand, and a sour expression on his face at all times.
This guy had the worst inferiority complex. Mack liked to carry himself like a drill sergeant so he was always barking out orders and being a prick. He gave me an attitude as soon as I walked on the job that first day. "It's 7:02, you're late kid." He'd complain about anything that didn't really matter. He complained that I wasn't wearing work gloves, then he told me I had the wrong kind of work gloves, then told me I was better off not using work gloves so I could get a feel for the material.
All I was doing was cutting aluminum studs on a chop saw and screwing them into place. I just needed something so I didn't slice myself open on the thin edges of the studs. Mack was a nitpicker. He complained about things that didn't matter because nobody's gonna make a big deal about it. So he get's this power rush off of telling people what to do. Control freak.
One time Mack pulled me aside, and told me that the best thing to do was get in good with a company, and stick with them. Don't trust the union hall because they play favorites down there. So he was basically telling me to play favorites with the company instead. Suck pump.
One day, this guy Neal hurt his back and couldn't come into work the next day. The steward told Mack about it so they could fill out a report and Mack fought against it tooth and nail. He did not want to legitimize Neal's claim, and did not want Neal getting any compensation for his work injury. It wasn't even Mack's money. Way to go Mack, is that what company loyalty is about? Screwing people over when they get hurt on the job? Fuckin' backstabber.
That arguement between Mack and the steward lasted for another week unitl Ralston construction inc. went under. Then Mack was high and dry without a company to be loyal to.
The new company is named Summit. After they started, Mack called them up looking for work. Some of the workers who had been there in August got hooked up with the job thorugh the Union hall when it restarted. The new foreman didn't bother with Mack because he didn't get one positive response from the workers. What goes around comes around motherfucker.
"Just when you think you've got it all figured out, another DEAD STOP in your life
Never thought it could happen to you another DEAD STOP serves you right."
-Negative Approach
*********
this website is awesome. I've been on it for almost an entire month and for the most part, people aren't going out of their way to put other people down and talk a buncha trash like they do on every other bulletin board in the world.
i also have to say thanx to everyone for the compliments on my journal entries. the feeling would have to be similar to being a suicide girl and having people always telling you you're hot. people actually look forward to reading my page. that rules! smooches for you all.
if people like my posts this much, maybe i should proof read some of these entries then try to get a column in maximum rocknroll or slug and lettuce or something.
by the way, if you like my posts, heresy200 usually has some good ones too. i wish i could give out more props, but this is way too long.
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maybe i'll just cut my feet off instead....