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So Groooooovy Man! Ive had a very bad day today but its all good now! Thanks Bookie!
Fabulous Furry Freek Brothers!! Oh, wow, man!![/URL][/IMG] Fat Freddy's cat and Mr. Natural will be truckin' through any time now!
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Fabulous Furry Freek Brothers!! Oh, wow, man!![/URL][/IMG] Fat Freddy's cat and Mr. Natural will be truckin' through any time now!
Looks like the kind of applicants I get when I put a "help wanted" sign out in front of my office
Generally good workers if you start your work day at 10:30, allow an hour and a half grace period for being on time, don't work past 2pm, and can pick them up at their house since they lost their drivers license
Sorry. Long week and very frustrated with my employees
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You nailed that one Steely!
Bawanna: You doing ok on them dogs and Ramen?
Looks like the kind of applicants I get when I put a "help wanted" sign out in front of my office
Generally good workers if you start your work day at 10:30, allow an hour and a half grace period for being on time, don't work past 2pm, and can pick them up at their house since they lost their drivers license
Sorry. Long week and very frustrated with my employees
Bawanna: You doing ok on them dogs and Ramen?
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I'm hungry, ran out of dogs and Ramen. I might have to go to one of them big box stores for provisions.
Speaking of employees I'll have to share a story about a new guy from my old construction days when I have more time. It was a bad week that one. I didn't have near as much patience in them days and very little now days far as that goes. Steely's comments bring back horrible memories for sure. I remember one new kid, figured he'd get a new pickup on his first day, then same day he wanted to leave early to go home and mow his lawn. Just sent him home on the spot, told him to take care of his yard.
I'll be back.
Speaking of employees I'll have to share a story about a new guy from my old construction days when I have more time. It was a bad week that one. I didn't have near as much patience in them days and very little now days far as that goes. Steely's comments bring back horrible memories for sure. I remember one new kid, figured he'd get a new pickup on his first day, then same day he wanted to leave early to go home and mow his lawn. Just sent him home on the spot, told him to take care of his yard.
I'll be back.
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Well a little lull in the action here at work so here's my worthless construction employee story. This was back in my vertical working days in construction. I was a sometimes foreman, sometimes Superintendent, pretty catchy title for a displaced Missouri dirt farm boy. I rode for the brand then and I wasn't very patient. I wasn't mean though. Had lots of good co workers who understood getting the job done.
Anyhow it's summer time, busy, busy, busy, and I'm finishing up one big commercial job and breaking ground on another. I'm on my 3rd new guy of the week, the first two made it almost a full day.
So early morning, I got a huge pile of plastic drain pipe on a rack on the pickup and we're gonna drop it off at the new site and then go to the old site. Left early, got stuff to do. So me and new guy, who my spidey senses told me wasn't gonna have a very long career before we even got there arrive at the site. There's already some porta potty dealy hymers already on site. So I jump out and go to cutting straps to unload. New guy says he has to use the porta potty. Not a good sign. I tell him to make it quick we got stuff to do.
Only 20 yards away. So I'm unloading like a mad man and glancing at the porta potty from time to time and getting more and more ticked off as time goes by. Then lo and behold I glance over and the bum has the door open a crack and he's peaking to see how far along I am. Well that was the end of the line for me. I took off a few more sticks and grabbed a couple new rolls of duct tape. I thru a piece of 2x4 up against the door latch so he couldn't open it and went to doing laps around the porta potty with the duct tape. 2 full rolls. Finished unloading the pipe and went to the old job.
Boss man calls me about 2 that afternoon and wants to know if I know where (insert name here) is. I told him the last time I saw him was on the new job site that morning, hadn't seen him since, where was he. He replied that he was riding with me which kind of jogged my memory.
Turns out the dirt guys showed up with their track hoes and equipment and happened to hear the dude crying for help in the porta potty, guess it got pretty warm in there during the hot day and he was happy to get out.
Boss man asked what I wanted to do with him. Suggested the unemployment office. He said he'd have to pay him for the time he was in the porta potty. I told him that was his choice, but I wouldn't and to deduct 2 rolls of duct tape from my check purely for the entertainment it provided.
Anyhow it's summer time, busy, busy, busy, and I'm finishing up one big commercial job and breaking ground on another. I'm on my 3rd new guy of the week, the first two made it almost a full day.
So early morning, I got a huge pile of plastic drain pipe on a rack on the pickup and we're gonna drop it off at the new site and then go to the old site. Left early, got stuff to do. So me and new guy, who my spidey senses told me wasn't gonna have a very long career before we even got there arrive at the site. There's already some porta potty dealy hymers already on site. So I jump out and go to cutting straps to unload. New guy says he has to use the porta potty. Not a good sign. I tell him to make it quick we got stuff to do.
Only 20 yards away. So I'm unloading like a mad man and glancing at the porta potty from time to time and getting more and more ticked off as time goes by. Then lo and behold I glance over and the bum has the door open a crack and he's peaking to see how far along I am. Well that was the end of the line for me. I took off a few more sticks and grabbed a couple new rolls of duct tape. I thru a piece of 2x4 up against the door latch so he couldn't open it and went to doing laps around the porta potty with the duct tape. 2 full rolls. Finished unloading the pipe and went to the old job.
Boss man calls me about 2 that afternoon and wants to know if I know where (insert name here) is. I told him the last time I saw him was on the new job site that morning, hadn't seen him since, where was he. He replied that he was riding with me which kind of jogged my memory.
Turns out the dirt guys showed up with their track hoes and equipment and happened to hear the dude crying for help in the porta potty, guess it got pretty warm in there during the hot day and he was happy to get out.
Boss man asked what I wanted to do with him. Suggested the unemployment office. He said he'd have to pay him for the time he was in the porta potty. I told him that was his choice, but I wouldn't and to deduct 2 rolls of duct tape from my check purely for the entertainment it provided.
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LOL great story Bawanna Best one I have is about a new web programmer I was supposed to hire. We had no luck finding a motivated web developer. The best candidate I talked to came into my office put his birkenstock covered feet up onto my conference table and leaned back and said "tell me why I want to work here" Of course i couldn't understand him because he had a big silver ball on the piercing through his tongue. Then he told me he would "come in about 9 or 10am and work until I feel I'm done" and he expected $60K a year and stock options or we couldn't do business. When I stopped laughing I told him my boss didn't make that much and told him since I wasn't going to hire him maybe he would tell me where he got these fancy ideas. Seems his college counselor had told him that was what a new programmer with no experience was worth. I told him to go back and tell his professor to get out of his ivory tower and spend some time breathing air in the real world because evidently the incense was getting to him.
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I love terrible employee stories. Sometimes you just have to laugh about it, or you'll end up screaming wondering how you got your mitts around some ungrateful punk's entitled little neck
I loved that story about the port-a-potty. At least you provided him with a place to go. We just keep a bucket in the back of the work trailer
My favorite is when some ditchdigging numbskull mouths off to my old man. My pop is pushing 60, but he likes to actually do the construction work himself. In short, he's 6' tall and could probably carry my heavy 200lb bulk over his head if he wanted to. One time this idiot with lips tattooed on his neck decided that he was going to quit mid job. We were 8' in a hole and had hit a sewer clean-out...nasty, but really not that bad. He said that the job was BS and degrading. We reminded him that 1) we business owners were down in the muck doing the work, so it can't be THAT degrading and 2) he had only completed two years of highschool before dropping out...soooooo, what kind of work did he think he was going to get? Maybe he was expecting to be one of those 60K web designers that Shavru was talking about
Not being what one would call the sharpest knife in the drawer, he decided that he was going to try and push my dad's 225lb frame with his 140lb self. Like all bigshots, he telegraphed it from a mile away. When he "charged" up to give dad a shove, my old man just side stepped him. His boot got sucked to the mud and our mental giant faceplanted into rancid sewer muck. My dad picked him up by his scruff and could barely get out "you're fired" through the fits of laughter. The guy cursed, spat, and threatened violence, but there were three of us. I was the smallest one, and I had 45lbs on the little twerp and was holding a sledgehammer.
The guy started to climb out of the hole when my dad reminded him that the boots he was wearing were loaned to him by the company. His company. His boots. The boots stay in the hole. So the guy had to climb out of this muddy swamp, poo dirt on his face, in his socks. My dad did give him a quarter to call for a ride since we were 30 miles outside of town. Still, a 3/4 mile walk to a gas station with no shoes on ain't fun, I'm sure
Then there was the time one of our workers kept driving his take home truck to the strip clubs every Friday. Like clockwork, get his check, cash it, go home and shower/change, hit the clubs. We don't care what guys do on their time off, but we really don't want our trucks with our name on the side of it seen at a strip club every single weekend. After the third warning, we got creative.
Friday afternoon, guy picks up his check, heads to the bank, goes home gets a shower, etc. He gets ready to leave and finds a Bobcat skid steer parked behind his truck with thick chain padlocked around the bucket and around the shaft of his truck
I loved that story about the port-a-potty. At least you provided him with a place to go. We just keep a bucket in the back of the work trailer
My favorite is when some ditchdigging numbskull mouths off to my old man. My pop is pushing 60, but he likes to actually do the construction work himself. In short, he's 6' tall and could probably carry my heavy 200lb bulk over his head if he wanted to. One time this idiot with lips tattooed on his neck decided that he was going to quit mid job. We were 8' in a hole and had hit a sewer clean-out...nasty, but really not that bad. He said that the job was BS and degrading. We reminded him that 1) we business owners were down in the muck doing the work, so it can't be THAT degrading and 2) he had only completed two years of highschool before dropping out...soooooo, what kind of work did he think he was going to get? Maybe he was expecting to be one of those 60K web designers that Shavru was talking about
Not being what one would call the sharpest knife in the drawer, he decided that he was going to try and push my dad's 225lb frame with his 140lb self. Like all bigshots, he telegraphed it from a mile away. When he "charged" up to give dad a shove, my old man just side stepped him. His boot got sucked to the mud and our mental giant faceplanted into rancid sewer muck. My dad picked him up by his scruff and could barely get out "you're fired" through the fits of laughter. The guy cursed, spat, and threatened violence, but there were three of us. I was the smallest one, and I had 45lbs on the little twerp and was holding a sledgehammer.
The guy started to climb out of the hole when my dad reminded him that the boots he was wearing were loaned to him by the company. His company. His boots. The boots stay in the hole. So the guy had to climb out of this muddy swamp, poo dirt on his face, in his socks. My dad did give him a quarter to call for a ride since we were 30 miles outside of town. Still, a 3/4 mile walk to a gas station with no shoes on ain't fun, I'm sure
Then there was the time one of our workers kept driving his take home truck to the strip clubs every Friday. Like clockwork, get his check, cash it, go home and shower/change, hit the clubs. We don't care what guys do on their time off, but we really don't want our trucks with our name on the side of it seen at a strip club every single weekend. After the third warning, we got creative.
Friday afternoon, guy picks up his check, heads to the bank, goes home gets a shower, etc. He gets ready to leave and finds a Bobcat skid steer parked behind his truck with thick chain padlocked around the bucket and around the shaft of his truck
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Ugh. A ditchdigger that didn't own his own boots? What IS the world coming to? My sister and I had our first pairs of work boots when we were in Elementary school and we always kept a pair until we graduated college. Heck, I have 3 pairs now depending on what I need to do and I work as a computer programmer. If I had had brothers they would have been required to have a pair probably from the time they started walking knowing my dad. Heck, in my house my dad used to think using goop liquid soap was considered a spa service because usually all we used was Lava bars. hehe, Dad figured if we couldn't get the grease and dirt out from under out fingernails we wouldn't have too much time for boy problems. He was wrong but he sure gave it his best try.
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What kind of programming do you do, Shavru? I did assembly and C programming for awhile, but there isn't much of a market for that kind of low level stuff anymore.
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He He! No doubt
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I feel better too. This thread nust be hotboxing me.