Every once in awile something mornic happens in the middle of my day that REALLY ticks me off. Usually it's an amazinhunk contest, with the participants being infantile and pathetic and without expection it happens on the production floor and the whole damn line grinds to a halt. (this crap never happens on their time; just on mine) Then I have ta go down there and pry through 'he said, she said' to get to the gist of the problem. I listen attentivley; nod at the appropriate moments and hope that the idiot doesn't say "THAT'S IT; I FU**KIN QUIT!!!" But they usually do and its kinda senseless really; quitting won't solve any problems at all.. but policy is policy. When yah 'announce' yer history; we MUST 'make it so'.
And then I have to smile politely; immediatly take the fool boneheads timecard and punch it; hand it back to him and , still smiling, point him in the direction of the personel office. It's the "Don't let the door hit yah in the bellybutton on the way out" response that stuns 'em. Did the clown expect an argument from me???
Then I get to look at the rest of the crew standing there and say. "now, who else has a problem??" Life in the big city is hard.
Have a nice life; Joe. We'll miss yah.
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