Building RF decks really sucks. A temporary worker we nicknamed Shitfoot finally got hired in full time permanent and he’s been assigned to crank out those miserable RF decks by the dozens. Occassionally Shitfoot runs into trouble putting together assemblies. I can tell when he’s really frustrated because he’ll yell out an expletive or two like, “Fuuuuck!” and a thrown wrench will slam against a shelf unit or a test rack somewhere else in the assembly area which makes me laugh. I feel his pain though. I can’t stand building RF decks and I’ve done everything possible to try and avoid working on them.

Shitfoot is a good guy. In some ways he reminds me of Curly from The Three Stooges because he can be extremely silly at times just like Curly, and he slightly resembles him. He’s a big man with a bald head. Funny as hell. Shitfoot’s sense of humor is very sick, which I dig. It’s a constant mix of poop jokes and a fascination with that he likes to call “pretty feet”. So I put the poop and the feet together to nickname him Shitfoot. The name has stuck. When I mentioned Shitfoot’s nickname to a technician named Darryl, he asked me in his deadpan voice, “Is that his Indian name?” I hadn’t thought of it before, but I guess it could be.

He’s been employed by Bill and Dave’s company as a temp worker off and on over the past couple of years. People like him have been working very hard here helping us to make production shipments on time and greatly contributed to our success. Many temps have given us years of solid effort and in my opinion are superior workers compared to some of our full time employees. Yet the temps aren’t recognized or appreciated by anyone for a job well done. Shitfoot is one of the lucky few to have finally made it from the ranks of temporary workers to full time permanent status. Most temps never make it in, managers are content to use them like a disposable commodity and then throw them away on a whim.

During a break the other night Shitfoot and I were yapping a little bit trying to get to know each other better. Conversations like that usually touch on how long you’ve been with the company, where you went to school, how long you’ve been living in the area, etc. Simple stuff for pleasant small talk. Both of us graduated from the same high school one year apart. Shitfoot began name-dropping. Did I know so and so? Who did I hang out with? Then he asked me if I knew Senor Biskits. Senor Biskits was one of Shitfoot’s best friends all through high school but after graduation a few years passed and they lost contact with each other. I let him continue telling me about their times hanging out and partying for a while. When he finished I said, “Biskits is my room mate.” Shitfoot damn near fell out of his chair.

Another strange coincidence between the two of us was that both Shitfoot’s little sister, and my little sister were best friends for years. I never met Shitfoot before he started working on our line recently. Funny.
He said, “Don’t take any offense to this, but I always thought your sister was hot. I wanted to nail her.”
I laughed. “I’ve heard that a bunch of times from a lot of guys since school. You know, I would have liked to date your little sister. She was cute.”
Shitfoot got an evil grin on his face and he laughed. “Maybe we should have a little sister swap sometime?”
Both of us laughed at the thought.

What a small world.


~ by factorypeasant on January 1, 2006.

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