Meet J1

Late in the afternoon I was walking back to the production area from the bathroom. One of our line technicians was walking towards me in the hallway. He’s a little taller than I am I think and he’s in his early 20s. He’s got bright yellow blonde hair that’s receding from his forehead and he’s got a big old honker of a beak on his face. I haven’t talked to him once since I arrived here. There’s no need for me to talk to the techs much, if at all yet. He’s definitely one of ours though. Another California reject. J1 came right up to me in the hallway and with his eyes wide open said, “Did you see that full moon last night?” He stopped me in my tracks.

This was strange. I thought I heard a theremin somewhere in the building playing UFO music. I had not said hello to this guy once in the whole month or so that I’ve been here. I replied cautiously, “No I didn’t.” I wasn’t sure where he was going with this, like if this was going to be some sort of joke or if he was mentally deranged.
“Whenever there’s a full moon out I go outside and I rip my shirt off and I howl like a wolf at it.” J1 stood there and stared at me. Was I supposed to be impressed? Did I ask or do I care? No. Great, yet another fucking nitwit got onto this product transfer and I’m gonna have to deal with him. Super.
He continued. “I think I scared one of my neighbors in the apartment complex because I saw her standing in a window watching me as I howled.” J1 smiled like he was a night predator, king of the beasts. I wanted to slink away under a desk or something and pretend I never saw him.

Not knowing what the desired reaction from me was supposed to be I decided to treat J1 like I was dealing with an 8 year old. I told him that it probably isn’t a good idea to be making howling noises that late at night, and that if there were any elderly people in his apartment complex he could scare them into having a heart attack, or at the very least end up having the cops called on him. Apparently this was not the desired response J1 had sought from me. Luckily it made him go away though. I don’t want to talk to him again if I can help it. I’m also glad to know he doesn’t live anywhere near the apartment complex I’m at.

Why are most of the employees here so completely screwed up? It’s amazing. The only things I can think of are that managers didn’t want to let their good people leave the lines they worked for back home because it would cripple their production ability. The other thing supervisors there probably did was shuffle off their poor performers and problem personality cases. See, managers at Bill and Dave’s company never really deal with problem employees. You have to threaten someone with death or get caught stealing an expensive item before they’ll maybe fire you. The rest of the time they keep shuffling the problem people around from area to area and never try to work with them to straighten their act out. I mean, supervisors have all the authority in the world to work with these guys and either motivate them to do the job they are supposed to, or throw them out. It’s not that difficult. As employees we’ve been given the rules, we know what is acceptable and not. So why are all these fuckups running around loose here? I don’t get it. I just don’t get it.


~ by factorypeasant on January 15, 2005.

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