Decades Of Debt Day

This should be titled “how Coworker can even fuck up my day off”

Earlier this morning I checked my work email and I had one from Manager saying his Pop was in the hospital and wouldn’t be able to make it into work and asked if I could log in remotely and set things up so Coworker only would have a little extra to do. As soon as I read that I turned to hubby and said “10 bucks says Coworker doesn’t even show up today.” I logged in and did what was asked and figured ignorance is bless and left it at that. This afternoon we met with the Financial aid people. I signed on the computerized line, got all the loans I needed, and I am starting school on July 16th. It wasn’t what I would call fun but it was necessary. I wanted to go out for drinks after but we couldn’t because we had a notary coming to the house at 6pm because we were also refinancing our mortgage. At 515 Manager calls me and tells me he just got a message on his cell that his boss The Boss had called and said that it was 5pm and no one had showed up at work today, could I rush into work and get things set up. You see Coworker (and you’ll hear more in part 2) doesn’t have a phone, no not a cell phone (he doesn’t have that either) a real phone, so work has no way to get a hold of him. When The Boss checked our area there was a hand written note that said “I’ll be a little late – Coworker” He had no way to find out what “a little late” meant. The Boss called Manager, whose cell phone was turned off because he was at the hospital, telling him it was 5 and no one had been into work all day. Why he didn’t just call me I don’t know but that is ok. The problem was we had the guy coming over in less then an hour there was no way I could get there and back in time so I told Manager that as soon as I was finished up I would haul ass in to work. He was cool with that, frankly he had bigger things to deal with. Just before 6 my gut told me to call work. It was 6 hours after Coworker should have been at work that could still be considered a “little late”, in his pea brain anyway. Sure as shit… fucker finally showed his ass up at work. This is when flames started screaming out of my ears. It went like this:

CW – Control room
Me - So you got shit covered because I really don’t have the time to go in to work
CW - What are you talking about
Me – The Boss called Manager because no one has been in so no work was done today and The Boss is pissed.
CW – Why would The Boss be pissed and where was Manager
Me – Read your email. Managers dad is in the hospital so he couldn’t make it in, you didn’t show up to work and no one can get a hold of you.
CW – The email was sent at 1109 last night.
Me – well do you have shit covered? Because I can’t deal with this
CW – Yes I have...
(click)
That is when I hung up. I was so pissed off I was shaking, my whole body was hot and I was shaking. I tried Manager and his cell phone was turned off, just then the notary pulled up. Great.. my head hurt and I was still shaking because jackass had the nerve to be pissed at ME? I stepped out side so they could get set up and I called Manager to leave a voicemail saying I called work, jackass was there, he was playing innocent, was pissed at me for telling him The Boss was pissed off, was likely also pissed because I hung up on him, and if things didn’t get done tonight it was my fault because I took him on his word when he said the shit was covered. I walked back in to the house to sign papers for the house…still livid.

We’re sitting there the guy seems nice enough… sign this… initial that… sign this… So have you heard that there is no REAL LAW saying we have to pay income taxes?? No where in the tax code does it say it’s a law and the IRS knows that and there have been lawsuits proving they know that. And did you know that They want to get rid of the Dollar and join up with Mexico and Canada to use the Amero (like the Euro only CRAZY!!!!!!!!!) Sign this… initial that… and on and on he went. I was looking around for the duct tape I thought my eyes were going to pop out of my head… How the hell did my day end up like this?? What Pharos’ cat did I run over in a former life to earn me this amount of CRAZY??? We waited until we heard his car drive away and fell on the floor laughing. I grabbed my Dr McGillicuddy’s Cherry schnapps filled the glass and added a splash of 7up for color and sat down at my computer. When I checked my email this is what I found sent to me only

All Monday was my fault; if I had emailed Manager and cc’ed The Boss on Sunday pm when I knew I could not make it in until Monday pm, you guys would have covered and we wouldn’t have had an empty control room half the day.

Further, if I had left my emergency contact# (867.555.5309 BTW) someone could have at least gotten a hold of me.

I was wrong on both counts and I am sorry I caused any trouble-

Coworker

I sent this to Manager and The Boss with the message
This is not my problem, you two deal with it

I closed my email and put Shark Tale in the DVD player, mixed another drink and started typing. I feel better, but I also know that as much as jackass SHOULD get fired he’ll slime his way out. That is ok, I am on the road to getting the hell out and that (and the booze) is great feeling

BLAH!!!!!