The engineers here are assholes. There’s just no nice way to say it. They took all our chairs, so now I sit on a stool during my break. They fill the hoppers with their garbage and never dump the hoppers.
There’s this DD coffee beverage that’s been sitting on the lift near our work cell for days. The next thing I know, the lift is gone, and the gross, curdled drink is on one of our gauges. “I’ll bet it was the engineers,” says Sherrie.
Sure enough, Gum Guy (that’s what I call the one who’s always obnoxiously chewing gum) came over later to return the lift. Clearly, he needed to use it, and stuck the nasty-ass coffee on our gage instead of doing the right thing and getting rid of it.
Guess who begrudgingly got rid of it.
And, ladies and gentlemen, it had a straw, which I nearly touched by accident. I was just barely sick, I don’t need to get COVID again.
What I find so disrespectful is that 1. He put the thing on our machinery and 2. He probably imagines someone else (me) will throw it away. It’s not my bleeping drink, either, jerk wad.
And that’s my rant for today.
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