Disclaimer: This story is based on true events. Names may have been changed or omitted to protect the innocent. Namely myself just in case one of my co-workers just happens to have an account on Gaia.
I want a cure to stupidity. Right now.
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I still have my god forsaken job at the hospital. This will be my third year, we have a new boss with us as her only experience as a department manager, and I have moved from night shift to day shift. I can't remember any decision more stupid than that one. At the time, it sounded like a good decision. I'd get more money since I'd get more hours, I'd have way better benefits, and I'd get to see my boyfriend more often since he works days too.
Yes, I am getting more money. $200 < $400 per paycheck. And yes, I did the math. In one year, I make OVER 9000. 9600 to be precise. And hellz yeah the benefits are better. I had a doctor's appointment earlier in the month, refill prescription, check up, all that jazz. Got the bill a week ago. The $120 visit only cost me $10. No joke. As for the boyfriend thing...That's where the punchline lays. We spend a grand total of 4 hours a day together. Four hours a day. Compared to our previous up all night having wild adventures at Wal*Mart at 3am. Yeah. s**t sucks.
Oh, and the hours? The hours are bullshit. 6am to 2:30pm. Now most of you will just say "Oh that's not so bad", but when you have to get up at 4:30-5am to get ready for said job after having only about 3 hours of sleep because your roommates are loud and your boyfriend is an insomniac while you're a light sleeper, that's when the hours start taking their toll. Not to mention my body's defective. I have Varicose veins and leg fatigue. Meaning 8 hours on my feet feel like twelve, my legs turn to jelly pretty quickly, and I become grumpy.
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Enter this week.
To pick up the slack from the recent amount of short-handedness (from everybody getting fired or quitting), our boss (who can't tell sprinkles from rat s**t [not sure of this, but do intend on finding out]) has decided to hire more people. This would be a good thing, however, she didn't perform a simple IQ test during the interview.
Which led to the New Guy.
In the two years I've been at my job, I've trained a grand total of four people. Person A, Person B, Person C, and Person D. Person A is a gay OCD who is dating one of my exes. He is an excellent worker and has actually surpassed his teacher in the year and a half he's been there. Person B was a high school "thug" (I use the term reluctantly) who thought he was badass and black (he was whiter than my a**). He spat on the dishroom floor when he thought no one was looking. He was fired before New Boss arrived. Thank God. Person C is a short high schooler. A bit of an attitude, but I blame the Napoleon complex. Again, a good worker who actually can hold his own in front of the monster machine.
Person D is our latest. Slow, smart-a**, and a smoker. Now, I don't have a thing against smokers. Person A is one. But Person A can balance work, playtime, and smoking. Person D, however, cannot. Person D can't even break down trays without having to ask what to do after two days of training. Honestly, its as if those days never existed. And he's stupid. We have these things called "production sheets"; papers that list what food item is on trayline, how many servings were prepared, and a blank spot to put how many servings were left after trayline. He honestly asked me how to fill it out.
Stupid cure.
Invent it.
Now.
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