Wednesday, October 17, 2007

What a day, what a day...

It was quite an eventful day today...where do I begin? I guess I'll start from the beginning...

So I work with some slackers. All too familiar in every work environment I've been in. I work, someone(s) else doesn't. I get frustrated. But I still work. And they don't...

We were putting out jewelry as we do every morning and my boss comes in. He says, where is so-and-so's job (a work envelope, basically -- we call them 'jobs') and says they're asking for it. I shrug my shoulders because I haven't even heard of their job. My coworker brings the job envelope and hands it to my boss. They go back and forth. We find out that it was cast 4 days ago. And literally, all that was done was that it was tumbled (the step after casting). It had been sitting for 4 days...and my coworker...um...they're barely at their bench, anyways. My boss says, no wonder why they're pissed! I take the job, because unfortunately, since I'm the one that works the hardest out of the entire shop crew, I know it needs to be done 'yesterday', and I can get it to a state to pass on to our stonesetter today. My coworker..it would probably take them a few weeks to get it to that state. Why? I have no clue. Seriously..I think if I even tried to be unproductive, it would still take me less time.

Now you see, the excuse..oh I'm backlogged...I have *so* much to do. That's cause there's too much of nothing going on. That's what happens when you don't work, your work piles up higher and higher. Duh. And as a reference, before they worked at the shop, I was doing their job and my job so I was essentially doing the work of 2 people. Now I do the work of 1.5 people...

We finished putting out the jewelry, and I went to the back. My coworker was working on castings. I heard some stomping around, a bit of slamming (not really slamming, but louder than usual) objects and things like that. The tension was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. I sat down at my bench and worked on the piece in question. My coworker came up to me and said that they were having trouble cutting the sprues off. Um...they were just snipped for one, and there were a few places where it looked like a rough sanding disk had been taken to them. But there literally was no other clean up.

If you know jewelry, you know what it takes. This was a milled piece, which means that it had milling lines all over it. It was very rough. There were two pieces which needed to fit together.

I told my coworker that all you need to do is take a fine sawblade to get this sprue off..."but..." blah blah blah. So many excuses, the same excuses day in, day out. I quit buying it a long time ago.

I slaved my ass off on this piece, saving their ass, for about 3.5 hours straight, not even leaving my bench. Saw saw saw, grind grind, grind....It was to a point where I could pass it on.

I took it to our stonesetter and explained the job to him. I sat with him for a while, told him it was due 'yesterday' (by the way, he *hates* that severely, but know that I always put in my effort to make sure my jobs get passed to him in a timely manner. He knows me and my work ethic...). It's a more difficult and tedious job on his part just as well. He says, 'thanks'. He's a sarcastic guy, so I ask him jokingly if that was a sarcastic thanks...then he says, 'Well I know it wasn't your fault."

My coworker comes and asks to see the piece. They say, 'Wow, Marisa, you're fast!' I couldn't hold back and said, 'All I had to do was sit at my bench and work'. Silence. Dead silence...

This job has turned me into a complete bitch. And that's not me. Really. But the slackerdom gets on my nerves. Other people slack, too. Don't get me wrong. But really, when it affects me...it's really annoying. I've saved my coworkers ass on multiple accounts when there is a job due asap or they can't finish something or they 'don't know how to do something' (even though they carry much higher accreditations than I do...). So I am getting annoyed with it, day in and day out. Every day...

I go back to my bench, proceed with job #2 in my box. But I can't do it because a key part is missing because my coworker (same one) lost a vital piece a few days ago and has not even made the effort to look for it. Shoot, I didn't even know there was a vital piece missing, I found something that would work, and was going to use that. But my other coworker pointed out that they carved a piece for it. Ah...so I ask my coworker if they had found the silver bail. *huff*..'no, I guess I'll sweep'. My thoughts...um..you should have swept and looked for it the day you lost it...

They escape to the bathroom. My other coworker starts laughing and says that I really burned my other coworker by saying that all I had to do was sit at my bench and work about getting that one piece done. I shrug and say..well...what can I say? Sweep sweep sweep...my coworker found the bail. Of course it was in its cast state with a relatively long sprue still attached. Me..yeah..I had to cut the sprue off, clean the casting...yeah....

So if you couldn't tell by now, I'm severely highly annoyed at work. Coming to save the day yet again.

Long story short, what an interesting day at work. I vented, yeah. I'm a bitch, yeah. But how would you feel in this situation? I'm just afraid that one day I'll have it up to my neck and just lash out. That's not me. But it's getting bad. Shit, I do my work. I do more than my fair share of work. Do I get recognized for it? No. Do I get compensated for it? No. And so it goes...

If I've learned anything about working over the past 14 years is that I've got a good work ethic that I can't shake off even if I try. It makes me frustrated when I work with slackers (just about every job I've had). So I've come to the conclusion that I'm best not working for or with people. I'm best working for myself...not soon enough, though...

If the work day wasn't bad enough, my 35 minute commute home turned into an hour commute home. I flipped off 2 people, one who cut me off and one who just about ran me off the road in her gigantic fucking Yukon. Yeah...lovely day I'm having here.

I come home, decompress, hug the dogs. They're theraputic. They're cute and cuddly.

I get on the internet, check my mail and sites. I have recently found some old friends of mine on Facebook. I found a few from my study abroad days. Then I found a group dedicated to the Unilodge, the place I lived in. I found a lot more of my old friends through that.

That was 1999. There are so many memories from those years, so many good times. It was definitely, by far, the best semester I ever had. And my god, did I have the tolerance of a 250 lb football player!

But anyways, I just found out that one of the guys I used to hang out with a lot passed away 4 years ago. John was a good guy, always smiling, laughing, and having a good time. He didn't live in the Unilodge, but always hung out there. He and Rod would come over, alot of times the gang would hang out in Clinton's or Omar's room, since they had bigger rooms. Good times. Good memories. A life cut short...

It makes you realize that life is short. Eight years, a lot of things happen. People grow older, get married, have kids, etc etc etc. But I never anticipated hearing that John had passed away...

On the bright side, I'm glad I took a gazillion pictures in those days. Albeit film pictures...But I can scan them in and share them with the group. Good memories...

Rest in peace, John.

That was us hanging out in Clinton's room. Clinton had a cane toad purse (in Australia, Cane Toads were introduced but have become quite the pest, so people catch them and do weird things with them..like making coin purses..gross, I know). A few of the guys were playing with the cane toad purse, with the ultimate goal of putting it down one girls pants or shirt because she was so disgusted by it. It was hilarious. Good times.

So that was my day. One of the record books, I think. But on the bright side, I'm taking tomorrow and Friday off for Waketoberfest. And thankfully, it's good timing. Today in itself felt like a Friday to me, like I had worked a whole week, even though I'd only worked 3 days. So it's a welcome short vacation. I'm ready to blow some steam off and ride!!! Screw work!

4 Comments:

Blogger textile_fetish said...

Oh man! I can't handle slackers either. I mean, like you, I try to be tolerant when their tendencies don't affect me, but when they do. . . . I think you handled your situation at work relatively well. I wish you could use these kinds of situations to bargain for better pay. I'm SO glad you have a couple of days off!

6:45 AM  
Blogger youngandwithit said...

Aw, I'm sorry, Marisa! That sounds like a stressful and tough situation.

Hooray for a couple of days off!

8:00 PM  
Blogger Natalie Tischler said...

Hey girl, I sympathize with you. It's hard to work with slackers when you have a work ethic. You should feel super good about yourself though. It's an amazing thing to have a strong work ethic and that ultimately will lead to success for you!

Hope to see you soon.

11:49 AM  
Blogger marisa said...

Aaaaahhh...much better after the weekend :)

6:33 PM  

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