Johnny_P wrote: ↑Wed Mar 07, 2018 10:47 am
Yesterday my workforce was asking if they had to come in today. I blank stared at them and said we're open for business tomorrow, if it's dangerous outside then call your lead engineer and discuss in the morning. We got about 1" of snow which didn't accumulate on the roads, and it's been raining off and on. Brutal conditions here.
One guy wanted to stay home because one of his tires is bald.
One wanted to stay home because he drives a RWD genesis coupe that's bad in the snow
Such snowflakes.
In my first job out of college I was working for a guy who was former military - well, sort of former - he was still in the reserves. Overnight one day we got absolutely dumped on, probably 7-8 inches. At the time I was renting a house with some friends in a 1920's neighborhood with alleys the city never plowed, and my car was parked in the garage that opened into said alley. I shoveled around the garage opening and tried to drive out in my winter beater 1996 Skylark, but pretty much immediately got stuck. Got some cat litter, and with some digging and rocking the car, I managed to get the car back into the garage a few minutes later.
Seemingly defeated, I called my boss and told him I wasn't going to be able to make it in. He called me back just after 8:00 and said "The receptionist is here and she's 65, get your ass in here." Yeah, I'm thinking, she also drives a 4Runner. So I went back out and, since I didn't have a snowblower, shoveled the entire alley from the garage to the nearest side street 4 houses down. An hour later I was in the car, but the roads were still shit, and it took me util almost 10am to get to work. When I popped into my boss' office to let him know I'd made it in and that I'd had to shovel the entire alleyway, all he said to me was "I guess you should have woken up earlier." This was far from the only time I wanted to leap over his desk to choke him out, but got damn.
Fast forward to last summer I happened to be on a flight back from San Francisco with this dude. He didn't seem to recognize me during the flight (dat beard, doe), but after we made it back to Indy I was waiting for my coworker to get off the plane who was seated farther back and he walked by me, giving me that "I know you from somewhere" puzzled look. After my coworker got off the plane we went down to baggage claim and ours came out pretty quickly, he was still waiting. As we started to leave I glanced over at the guy and saw him looking straight at me, and spur of the moment thought it was a good idea to flip him the bird.
The look on his face. Didn't feel anywhere near as good punching him in his stupid face would have, but good enough.