Lemme be cranky here.
So, last night, at my place of work, the Night Shift Cleaning Crew were being their usual oxygen-thieving selves and didn’t do their job. Three huge machines still with gobs of meat and fat clinging to the internal surfaces, inside the grooves, on the underside of components that are apparently ‘too hard’ to turn over to clean the undersides. The kind of thing that a little bit of elbow grease, some motivation and rubbing a pair of brain-cells together could easily fix, especially when you’re running around with all this expensive cleaning equipment and chemicals…
My co-worker told me to not touch it, pulled out his phone, started taking shots.
We left at about 2am in the morning, we’re supposed to leave at midnight but it literally took that long to document all the screw-ups they left behind, fill out the paperwork, send off the pictures to the relevant email accounts for the site manager, Q&A manager, production manager, etc etc.
Get the call at about 5am why this hasn’t been done, why that hasn’t been done, oh god we’re gonna be so late why have you done this, curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal, etc etc.
“You remember we’re two separate teams, right? Night Shift Cleaners and Disassembly Crew are two separate teams? And because the cleaners are a third-party hire, we’re not legally allowed to touch their stuff or access the cleaning chemicals, per that big blow up a few months back when somebody tried to mix chloride phosphate with the ammonia-based cleaner?”
Silence.
After about a half hour, I figure I can try to get some more sleep.
Nope, ten minutes after my head hits the pillow, more emails and calls apologising for waking me at this early hour so soon after my shift ended, blah blah blah, whatever, let me sleep.
An hour after that, the Cleaning Manager rings up and is screaming at me that I am not a team player, I should have brought this up with his crew, how dare I, you’re supposed to support your comrades, etc etc and I point out that I am not part of his crew, we did bring it up, over the past three months that these tools are not being cleaned correctly and we have to keep bringing people back to finish their job, and nobody has upped their game, so we brought the matter to people who could fix the issue since apparently he couldn’t.
And then I drop the bomb that, as the manager, shouldn’t he be there to keep an eye on his team, make sure they’re meeting their contractual obligations and ensure they aren’t knocking off early with their jobs half done?
Phone slams down, call cuts off. Whatever. He can’t do anything to me.
About twenty minutes later the site manager rings me up and he can barely speak because he is laughing too hard. Captain No-Neck ran into the office and demanded I be fired, and when asked why, hit the play-back of the call, that he did not inform me he was recording, and screamed that I was showing a lack of respect and was a ‘toxic influence’ on the team spirit.
So knucklehead is getting raked over the coals by the site lawyer, the hire company lawyer and is being ordered by his boss to be the last person of his team off the site at the end of the day, that he must provide detailed photographs and documentation of the state of the site before he leaves and that no staff members are permitted to leave early unless he has personally inspected their work area to ensure the ‘relevant standards are maintained’.
So no more bogging off for No-Neck, no more early nights for his crew and no more chances from the site-manager since this knucklehead just exposed himself for workplace harassment and bullying in an office full of the site big-wigs.
I just … this would be hilarious if it wasn’t happening to me.
Days like today I wish I hadn’t sworn off drinking …