However, I’m going to focus on one that I have a real problem with. He was hired a few months back and when he started, he was… ok. But now, we’re lucky if he even shows up for his fucking shifts, let alone on time. We have no clue why he hasn’t been fired yet, probably because the main manager is too busy looking at herself in a mirror somewhere to give a fuck.
And here’s where my story starts. I’ve never personally had a problem with him, sure he’s a total waste of air and possibly the biggest pricktit on the planet, but he’s never done something ridiculous on my shift, until yesterday.
Whoever is working the night shift on the gas station side has the chore of baking the muffins and the donuts, then glazing the specific ones for us. This takes about an hour and a half and it’s THEIR job. Nobody else has any fucking problem with doing this job; it’s always done whenever I go in for the early morning shift. Yesterday, I started at 5AM (We open at 6AM) and when I went in, I noticed that neither the muffins nor the donuts were set out in the display case, and it wasn’t cleaned.
I walked into the back to find my coworker, we’ll call him Tim, reading some celebrity gossip magazine and listening to music. The muffins weren’t done at all, not even close, and the donuts were still in the freezer, so I asked him why they weren’t done and the following ensued;
Him: “Oh, I didn’t feel like making them, I was really tired.”
Me: “Nobody feels like doing their job, but I don’t have time to do my job as well as yours.”
Him: “Oh, well. Looks like you’re going to have to.”
At this point, he put his earbuds back in and ignored me. He’s a lazy fucking cuntpincher and I was so beyond frustrated that I would have punched a baby directly in the soft spot, but just then, Mama Bear came in. She was supposed to start at 6AM, but I guess she was having trouble sleeping and came in early to hang out with me before we opened. She noticed that nothing was done either, and the argument continues;
Mama Bear: “Why isn’t all of this done?”
Tim: “I told her I was tired, so I just relaxed all night.”
MB: “How about you do your job!?”
Tim: “I SAID I WAS TIRED!”
Me: “Well, I don’t have fucking time to do this as well as all the fucking shit I have to do! Maybe next time you can just pull your usual shit and not fucking show up! You’re a lot more useful when you’re not here!”
Tim: “You just don’t like me because I’m gay! That’s all this is! I’m the only gay person who works here and everyone bullies me!”
Me: “NO, IT’S BECAUSE YOU’RE AN INCREDIBLE WASTE OF SPACE! THAT’S WHY EVERYONE FUCKING HATES YOU!”
Apparently, he pulled the exact same thing with my other coworker, whose daughter is a lesbian. When he accused her of being a homophobe, she said “I am? Damn. I better tell my daughter and her amazing wife.” He told my manager that I was being rude to him because he’s gay, and she obviously didn’t believe him, which is good. He even tried it again later on in the shift because I asked him to open the safe so I could get some quarters. I was so fucking angry that I shouted “YOU JUST DON’T LIKE ME BECAUSE I’M WEARING BLUE UNDIES. YOU’RE PREDJUDICE!”
I’m just worried that he’ll try something else and we’ll actually get in shit, and I really don’t want that. The fact that my manager didn’t believe him is a good thing, but I’m just so fucking angry that he even thought about using his sexual orientation as an excuse. It’s absolute horseshit.
Anyone have any advice or similar experiences?
-- Burger Bitch