and I pity you having to work with this CLOWN.
Got a new job last year and it’s been great. It’s a pretty small company - if you don’t include the temp or the manager then there’s 7 of us. Everyone gets on fairly well and it’s genuinely nice place to work and apart from a few annoying quirks here or there I’d happily say it’s Bell Cheese free.
Then we got a Christmas temp: Jesus f*cking Christ. He works with me in the warehouse, it’s pretty simple goods in/out work but good lord does he make it hard work. He’s only working 24 hours a week at the moment and I am relieved that it’s not a minute more. I don’t even know where to start.
He constantly moans about how boring the job is, how he can’t wait to get home, how slow the day is going etc etc. However despite that he also asks if he can stay later to pick up some more hours. Maybe he thinks that when he leaves we stop working, one of the walls rotates 180 degrees and a water slide appears so we can have an awesome party for the last hour. Oh and despite his lust for more hours he very rarely actually stays until the end of his shift, frequently just vanishing with 5-10 minutes of his shift left without saying bye to anyone.
He moans about the radio constantly. We normally have Radio 1 on because our radio only picks up about 4 stations and the other options are Capital, Heart & a classical station. He hates every song, he hates every presenter (even Greg James who I thought was universally liked), every piece of live music sounds shit apparently. He moaned the other day that they played an old song (2014ish). The next day I let him put his phone on the AUX and had to suffer through 6 hours of cheesy 80’s classics. Hearing “this song is shit” 40 times a day has pushed me to breaking point.
He has been there over 2 months now but it’s like he’s been there two weeks. He has made absolutely no improvement or learnt even the most basic parts of his job. Give him a list of 12 orders to pick; 8 from the nearest warehouse & 4 from the furtherest warehouse, and he’ll be gone for an eternity before he returns with 4 of the orders. Apparently doing both parts of the list at once would confuse him. Bare in mind that picking the numbers is simply reading a part number and picking up the corresponding part.
He’s slow at picking the orders, but he’s even slower at packing them to the point where even on quiet days you can’t leave him alone on daily orders whilst you do bigger jobs because you’ll come back to a mountain of orders and him slowly plodding through them with absolutely no urgency. That’s if he does any work at all. On more than one occasion I’ve had the warehouse manager ask me to stop whatever job I’m doing so I can go and stand in the packing room because the second the temps left alone he just sits on his phone.
There’s an unwritten rule at work that if you get in early you start working when you get there. We also don’t take a proper lunch break, but people take 5-10 minutes if they have food. The flip side to this is everyone is entitled to a fag break every 60-90 minutes and if you ever need to shoot out early for a doctors appointment (or to head to football) then you’ve earned that time so there’s no questions asked. The temp does not care. He’ll stand in the entrance of work until the second his shift starts. If you have food he’ll stop in his tracks and sit on his phone until you finish eating. It’s got to the point where we had a container of stock arrive the other day and he snuck around the back of the industrial estate so he could wait inside until his shift started.
He’s also made absolutely no effort to fit in. Refuses to add anyone on social media. Quite often refuses to come out on fag breaks (I don’t smoke but go out for a chat). Refuses to make anybody a cuppa. The other day we were watching a flock of 8 seagulls and a crow all fight over some cakes (it was funnier than it sounds, okay). We were putting bets on who would win and it was just a nice moment of silliness whilst having a break from work. He sat upstairs on his phone until 5 minutes before the end of his shift and then just walked past all of us without saying a word and went home.
Oh and he took a week off work sick, where he emailed in on the Monday and then made no further contact.
The worrying thing is the fact he’s not a 16/17 year old kid in his first job. He’s in his 30’s or 40’s. Sadly we’re stuck with him until after Christmas now as apparently it’s too late to get somebody in and train them in time, despite the fact a child would do better without any training.
I can’t wait for Christmas to be over already.
*and breathe*
Back in my Amex days I had a bell cheese boss like that senior manager. When I took the job I was asked "do you want a blackberry", "no" I said. Two days later one turns up anyway.
Could you ask the HR lady how it’s possible to not be working when you are reading work emails? Ask her too how her views fit with the working time directive that her HR dept is supposed to enforce
Got a new job last year and it’s been great. It’s a pretty small company - if you don’t include the temp or the manager then there’s 7 of us. Everyone gets on fairly well and it’s genuinely nice place to work and apart from a few annoying quirks here or there I’d happily say it’s Bell Cheese free.
Then we got a Christmas temp: Jesus f*cking Christ. He works with me in the warehouse, it’s pretty simple goods in/out work but good lord does he make it hard work. He’s only working 24 hours a week at the moment and I am relieved that it’s not a minute more. I don’t even know where to start.
He constantly moans about how boring the job is, how he can’t wait to get home, how slow the day is going etc etc. However despite that he also asks if he can stay later to pick up some more hours. Maybe he thinks that when he leaves we stop working, one of the walls rotates 180 degrees and a water slide appears so we can have an awesome party for the last hour. Oh and despite his lust for more hours he very rarely actually stays until the end of his shift, frequently just vanishing with 5-10 minutes of his shift left without saying bye to anyone.
He moans about the radio constantly. We normally have Radio 1 on because our radio only picks up about 4 stations and the other options are Capital, Heart & a classical station. He hates every song, he hates every presenter (even Greg James who I thought was universally liked), every piece of live music sounds shit apparently. He moaned the other day that they played an old song (2014ish). The next day I let him put his phone on the AUX and had to suffer through 6 hours of cheesy 80’s classics. Hearing “this song is shit” 40 times a day has pushed me to breaking point.
He has been there over 2 months now but it’s like he’s been there two weeks. He has made absolutely no improvement or learnt even the most basic parts of his job. Give him a list of 12 orders to pick; 8 from the nearest warehouse & 4 from the furtherest warehouse, and he’ll be gone for an eternity before he returns with 4 of the orders. Apparently doing both parts of the list at once would confuse him. Bare in mind that picking the numbers is simply reading a part number and picking up the corresponding part.
He’s slow at picking the orders, but he’s even slower at packing them to the point where even on quiet days you can’t leave him alone on daily orders whilst you do bigger jobs because you’ll come back to a mountain of orders and him slowly plodding through them with absolutely no urgency. That’s if he does any work at all. On more than one occasion I’ve had the warehouse manager ask me to stop whatever job I’m doing so I can go and stand in the packing room because the second the temps left alone he just sits on his phone.
There’s an unwritten rule at work that if you get in early you start working when you get there. We also don’t take a proper lunch break, but people take 5-10 minutes if they have food. The flip side to this is everyone is entitled to a fag break every 60-90 minutes and if you ever need to shoot out early for a doctors appointment (or to head to football
He’s also made absolutely no effort to fit in. Refuses to add anyone on social media. Quite often refuses to come out on fag breaks (I don’t smoke but go out for a chat). Refuses to make anybody a cuppa. The other day we were watching a flock of 8 seagulls and a crow all fight over some cakes (it was funnier than it sounds, okay). We were putting bets on who would win and it was just a nice moment of silliness whilst having a break from work. He sat upstairs on his phone until 5 minutes before the end of his shift and then just walked past all of us without saying a word and went home.
Oh and he took a week off work sick, where he emailed in on the Monday and then made no further contact.
The worrying thing is the fact he’s not a 16/17 year old kid in his first job. He’s in his 30’s or 40’s. Sadly we’re stuck with him until after Christmas now as apparently it’s too late to get somebody in and train them in time, despite the fact a child would do better without any training.
I can’t wait for Christmas to be over already.
*and breathe*
