crappy co-workers?

[twistedmic]

I had a few similar co-workers when I was a cart pusher at Wal-Mart. There was one who would disappear for an hour or more then show up to say that he was going on lunch, and since he worked at least seven hours a day, he got an hour long lunch break. The few times I, or another cart pusher, went to management about his little disappearing act, the little fucker would claim that he had 'bad indigestion'. And for the last few weeks before he left Wal-Mart (for the first time) he started showing up from one to two and a half hours late for his shift (and still pull disappear) Once, he even called in sick, then showed up at the store a few hours later to shop and look around.


Another cart pusher, let's call him Bob (not his real name) was nearly as bad. I was senior/ head cart pusher and would occasionally split the other cart pushers into teams of two (when scheduling permitted)and send them to a particular part of the lot (either grocery or GM side). When ever it was just me and Bob, I'dsend him over to one side of the lot while I worked the other. And every single time he'd come wandering over to my side of the lot and ask me if I needed help. Each time I'd have to tell him three or more times to go back to his side of the lot before he'd actually leave, only to come back over like fifteen minutes later.
After a while Bob, for some reason, started trying to get me in trouble, or even fired. He told managers several times that I had threatened to beat him up (which I didn't) and told them that I wasn't out on the lot twice. Once I had gone inside to grab some allergy/cold medicine to deal with the bad sinus headache and stuffy nose, and the second time I was way out at the end of the lot pushing in a train of carts (I heard him say over the radio that I wasn't working). It got to the point that I went to a manager my self and told her that Bob was creating a hostile work place, after that Bob left me alone for a while. He onl started getting bitchy towards me during the last two weeks I worked at that store.

 

[FallenJellyDoughnut]

Orking cows is illegal where I live.

What is this I don't even

Is it a reference to something?

 

[Low Key]

Most of my coworkers don't do shit either. Thank god I am going to college to get out of that dead end job. I am way to smart to be doing something like that for the rest of my life. Not trying to rip retail, but the majority of the people who work in it know they aren't going to advance beyond $12/hr so they don't do a damn thing. Plus, for how much money I make my job, I should be on commission. I'd be the richest guy there and I don't even work the prime hours.

 

[zombiesinc]

Or you could just crazy and start killing the people, and thanks!

Ha, that may very well be the easier of choices... although the consequences? Not so much.

-Snip-

I've been dealing with a similar situation, albeit a much less drastic one. I generally work the same station with a very few people, as a very few people know how to work it/can handle it, and one in particular has been very frstrating to deal with recently. Now, I always work 4-10 these day due to courses and homework, so I never get a break. This kid generally closes, so he'll always get a break, he's also a smoker. Being a smoker, he breaks down his... er, break, so he can smoke before the rush, take a fifteen minute break, smoke after the rush, and once more before the end of the night.

But he's the guy who instead of going out for a quick smoke, or for the five minutes he's supposed to go out for, he'll take anywhere between 7-10 minutes. Hell, on his break, he'll take 20-25 minutes (instead of the allotted 15 minutes). So, by the end of the night I've spent quite a bit of time by myself on the busiest and most frustrating station because he slacks a little bit here and there... which adds up fast. By the end of my shift, the kid has taken anywhere between 41 and 55 minutes. That's not even including the numerous amount of times he sneaks out to the back to text someone.

 

[evilartist]

I've worked with only a small number of worthless and/or stupid co-workers, but these people were ridiculously memorable for many small occurences; most at an architecture firm I worked at for a couple years. I think I'll start with our former promotions "expert".

One time, my ex- boss hired a marketing specialist to bring in new clients. He hired "Theresa" (not her real name), an airhead and a slacker. She spent most work time talking on the phone with family members and friends. Bear in mind, this was a small suite, with only a few offices. Everything else (kitchen, reception, and cubicles) was all open space. Theresa had a good set of vocals, so we could hear all sorts of talk about private problems, going out with her friends, relationship issues, divorce stuff, et cetera. She spent more time talking with her kid than finding new clients. Unsurprisingly, Theresa got us no new business. She was fired after a few months of listening to her drama-filled life.

One particularly hilarious moment was when Theresa asked for my help because her computer wouldn't start. Naturally, I first checked to see if it was plugged in. All her hardware was indeed inserted into the extension cord like they should be, but something seemed off. While I did notice a plug in the wall outlet (which I initially assumed was her computer's extension cord), the clusterfuck of cables on the floor briefly obscured the truth. I followed the cords to discover that Theresa had plugged the extension cord back into one of its own slots. Genius. XD

The biggest insult was that she got paid more than me and the other drafters (the heart of an architecture firm), even though our boss claimed for nearly a year that he couldn't afford to give us raises. Go figure. :\

Let's move onto my next worthless co-worker, "Hank". Again, not his real name, but the guy had a distinctive laugh that reminded me of Hank from King of the Hill. This guy was a "one-upper." Anytime employees were chatting about their weekends or vacations, Hank wouldn't miss the opportunity to chime in about the much more awesome thing he did during that same weekend. Whenever my boss required my photoshop specialties, Hank would inevitably approach me and start bragging about all the great things he has done in computer art (even when I was busy, or if I clearly showed no interest in talking with him). To our amusement, half of his 1-up attempts were failures, since it was easy to see right through his bullshit.

But, to stay on-topic: Hank got very little work done, screwed up many architectural plans, and spent way too much time on the internet. One time, our office manager caught him minimizing porn as she entered his cubicle. His demeanor wasn't very subtle, either. He almost seemed startled, like it never occured to him that a co-worker could walk by. Boy, my old boss really knew how to pick 'em, didn't he?

I could go on, but I have a busy weekend ahead of me. Perhaps I'll continue my rants another time, if my stories or writing style hasn't bored anyone yet.