A Work Blog

I don't write to much about work. I should cause sometimes there is good stuff going on there in this little melodrama of mine.

The new guy that doesn't know how to shut the fuck up is out sick. Thank God. I hate that son of a bitch and his twat of a wife. I have never met someone who whines and cries so much. One night he's bitching and moaning cause there is to much work. The next night he's bitching and moaning that it's to slow. I almost, but I didn't, tell him to shut the fuck up and never speak to me again. I didn't though. I regret it. For anonymity's sake I'll call him the Wolfman. Why because of his first name. I can't tell you everything though.

The latest with Wolfman is that he's a hacking, coughing son of a bitch. He coughs constantly and then pukes in the trashcan. It was starting to piss me off royally. The last thing I want is to catch what ever To Tall has. Others complained cause they wouldn't know what to do if he keeled over. I did. I'd step around him and call the EMTs. What's the problem?

I finally had enough of it. In one of my sit downs with my supervisor as a union rep, I brought up the Wolfman. She told me others had complained to. That they were worried about his health. I told her I really didn't care about his health. I didn't want him spreading whatever plague he has to me or others. He shouldn't be out there until he's healthy. She also let a few things out of the bag that I didn't know about. I'll just say that the mother fucker is sneakier than people think. He had volunteered to work the night shift but told everyone he was moved by management. He volunteered so management wouldn't hear his constant near pulmonary meltdown. ASSHOLE.

One thing that gets under my skin about my coworkers is the constant bitching. I haven't met a group of people that likes to bitch so much. They bitch like a bunch of teenage girls going through their period wondering why the boyfriend won't call. It was so bad the other night that I wanted to scream,"Look fuckers. The economy is supposedly in shambles. We just got a new fucking contract. We aren't going any where. Be happy we have jobs and make top dollar." But I didn't. Like not yelling at the Wolfman, I regret I didn't.

To top it off, not only do they like to bitch but for the most part they are lazy to. Which brings me to the topic of the persecuted black man I work with. This guy is one of the laziest coworkers I have. He'll hide shit at the beginning of the shift and then pull it back out at the end to make it seem like the samples just came in and leave it for the next shift. Or he'll just flat out leave shit for the next shift to do. He's not the sharpest tool in the shed. He forgets we can check on the computer to see what time the samples came into the lab. He gets away with it cause no one calls him on it. When somebody does and management gets on it, he turns into the persecuted black man. He claims they are racists and on and on. Management has no balls to call him to the carpet on his bullshit. It just pisses me off.

As a union steward I'm conflicted. I don't want to come down on him because I'd be selling a fellow union member out. At the same time he's fucking over his fellow union employees. I really do want him out of there but at the same time I don't want to be the one that takes him out. It's not a pleasant decision to make.

Oh well, that's my little work bitch session.

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