Eric's Cluebatty Goodness (Part II)
[ rakaur on Thu Dec 22 at 09:53 PM // category: eastgate, work ]
Warning: If you’re a fucking idiot, and take offense to any of this, you can at any moment in time stop reading. It really is quite simple. Just stop reading, close your browser, and go have fun.
Notice: Just FYI, I know who every single person that comes to this site is, and what time they came. I can quite easily find your name, address, phone number, place of employment, family member’s names, phone numbers, places of employment, etc, and that’s just with Google. Just so you guys know, it’s not wise to come here from your job. It’d be a shame if you got fired for not doing anything.
Actually, Eric… I don’t hate you. Sometimes I get aggravated with you because when you talk to me you pretend everything is fine. Then you go home and type this shit up or complain about me to someone else.
I complain if you’re not doing your job. I don’t go behind your back; I make it pretty damn clear that I think you don’t do your job. What I say (or type) on my own time should be no damn concern of yours. I don’t give a shining blue fuck what you say about me when we’re not at work, and you shouldn’t care what I think of you. The Internet is free and uncensored, and as far as I can recall the first amendment is still in existence. People tried to pull this shit on me when the “hit list” debacle was going on at EAWR, and they got no where. The police did nothing because they could do nothing. During a meeting of school officials, parents, and law enforcement, they pretty much said “he didn’t touch anyone, and he didn’t say he was going to touch anyone, he just said he hoped certain people would come into harm. And, as far as I know, it’s not against the law to think things, or we’d all be in a lot of trouble.”
QED.
Sure, ya’ll graduated from high school, few months ago, may I remind you? And no I wasn’t trying to start shit or gossip. Robyn and Jessica had been talking about your blog so why not read it?
Running in and telling Robyn “YOU HAVE TO HEAR THIS ERIC THINKS YOU’RE A BAD MOTHER” is starting shit, and gossiping. She flat out told you over and over she didn’t want to hear it, but you shoved it down her throat anyway because you were so incredibly excited that you might get her pissed at me. That’s starting shit. I do believe that is the fucking definition of starting shit.
As for nothing better to do and your idea of getting my tubes tied, why don’t you talk to your girlfriend about that. She seems to be the one with the problem of keeping her legs closed. Sorry, low blow. I know.
Seems okay to me. Maybe it’s a problem of your sex life not being adequate? It’s not as if you’ve made an effort to not have sex. I’m guessing if it was actually good you’d be having it just as much as Nikki and I do. You’ve both had sex, and you’re the same age, the only difference is she enjoys it. I don’t see a real point here.
I really do like you for the most part, Eric. We can get along fine (or at least pretend to). It’s your girlfriend that I have the problem with, and not even so much her anymore. Sure I’m still pissed for the way she tried to fuck me over, but it never happened and it’s not such a big deal anymore.
I get along with you fine until I have a huge line and you’re leaning against the counter talking to Jessica. Since you’ve been in box so often, I’ve seen you come back to CCA once without being asked to help back up. Otherwise you just sat and talked to the King Kong lady. She never “tried to fuck you over,” she didn’t have a choice. Her parents told her she had to tell them who she stayed with or they wouldn’t let her come back. What would you have done? Lived on the street to protect the identity of your friend? Dropped out of school and ruined your entire life just so your parents didn’t know her name? Had a baby in an alley so they didn’t find out? Yeah, right. You hate her because she did what she had to do for both herself and her baby. Robyn hates her for the same reason, but at least Robyn knows to keep her mouth shut about it around me.
I do get up off my ass and work. I do all the work there Is to do working the ticket box. I don’t sit on the phone talking to Nikki while the glass is dirty and then bitch about how other people don’t clean the glass when they work.
I haven’t talked on the company phone with Nikki since she worked there, not longer for two minutes anyway. I frequently see you pick up the phone and chat away as if it’s your private little line instead of a business phone. Jessica quite often talks on her cell phone, and will even walk up to CCA with it to her ear while she’s on the clock and set it down to wait on someone and promptly pick it back up. That’s absolute bullshit, and if you think it’s acceptable then you’re retarded.
Yeah, I hate cleaning the glass, because it’s never clean, ever, and there’s absolutely no fucking point in cleaning it because ten seconds after you’re done wiping it off some little bastard will come and shove his hands in his mouth and then all over the glass. The only times I bother cleaning the glass is in the morning when I open and at night when I close. Cleaning it between sets is just retarded unless they’re absolutely disgusting. There’s lots of things for box to do other than clean glass. They’re supposed to shut doors when policy (the faerie) goes through if they’re not busy. You can do theatre and bathroom checks. You can clean the side exit doors. You can vacuum the lobby carpet, sweep the lobby, wipe down the box counters/door with degreaser, mop the lobby, take out lobby trash, take out outside trash, wipe down the outside CCA counters with degreaser. I think you get the idea. No, I don’t do it all, and I don’t do everything every day. If it’s a weekday, I know I’m going to be bored, so I do clean. You’re never in CCA on weekdays because of school, so how would you know what I do?
Anyhow, I think we should both just get over this shit and at work you should mind your own work and I’ll mind mine. I don’t go tell a manager when your closing job isn’t done perfectly or when you haven’t cleaned anything. It’s not my job to do that, and it isn’t yours either. Why not just let each other do our own work and if we’re getting along to each others face then don’t go behind their back and talk shit, like we both seem to do.
There’s nothing to “get over.” I have no problem with anyone at Eastgate until they stop doing their jobs. I’m not troubled by you or Jessica in any way, and it never enters my mind until one of you fucks up at work. I have a life, and it doesn’t involve being obsessed with people from work.
You just said you don’t go to a manager when I don’t work, but then you say you talk behind my back? Which is it? Seems contradictory to me. If you don’t go to managers what do you call running to Robyn every time I say “robynsux lol”? I tell managers when people don’t work because they’ve asked me to. Even Robyn tells me to tell her when people aren’t working, and you can ask her as much. They know I work, and they know I know what people should be doing, and so I’ve been asked to keep them informed on several occasions. So yes, it is my job, so I’m going to do it no matter how many people hate me for it. I’m there to do my job, not to make friends.
I get along with you fine at work until you fuck up, then there’s a problem. The next day, I’m fine, until you fuck up. You come in in a bad mood and expect everyone to cater to you. If someone says one little thing you don’t like, you’re completely and utterly pissed off the entire night, and people have to tiptoe around you. It’s bullshit. There are times I’d like nothing more than to power bomb you through a wall or bludgeon your head into the door, but I don’t take it out on everyone else all night long. Do your job and we’ll get along. It’s that simple.
-- rakaur // 2005.12.22 @ 09:53 PM
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