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So I was working two nights ago at a BJs Wholesale Club in North Bergen NJ, it's part of huge new mall that has eaten up more of our precious Meadowlands. The store manager is supposed to have his people pull the carts in before closing, only they (the carts) were all over the lot. This is nothing new, as it happens at other BJs as well as at Costco and Sam's Club "bargain" outfits. Although I made sqwauks of protest to the night supervisor, I nonetheless got to work and cleared the parking lot of shopping carts and garbage. It took me something like two hours but the place was clean. This made me run late, despite my pushing myself to the limit for the rest of the night. At 6:00 AM I reported where I was and what I was doing to the aforesaid supervisor, who relayed this info from all of us to the company owner shortly thereafter. Company Owner wigged and ordered me to bring the truck in. I still had four places to go - mind you, I would have been a bit hard-pressed to get them done in a timely manner, but I could have done it. But, there is no arguing with the guy, and I brought my sweeper in. This was fine with me because it meant that I was going home about 2 1/2 hours earlier than usual. When I got to the garage, he was there, and of course just HAD to say something to me. I let him say what he wanted, and gave him "uh-huh," non-commital answers. No matter what I might have said, he would find a way to make me look like an idiot, so I left him as little room as possible. Never mind we encounter this problem at Costco properties and deal with it in the same way; he wigged, made an irrational decision (as usual) and had to have several other people make up for my not being there.
But having had the time to think about it,and his incompetence in general, I'm laughing, sort of. He's like five years younger than me. He doesn't feel the clock ticking, or if he does, he's ignoring it. Yessir, the clock is ticking and saying with each tick, "you're getting closer to death." I don't at all fear this - so far no-one has found a cure for it (Aubrey de Gray notwithstanding) and I'm ready. But it makes each day, each moment, precious, so that, if someone wants to deride me and ignore his personal responsibility as a company owner, to give in to his unending rage and fear and to take it out on we who work faithfully for him, so be it. One hundred years from now, who is going to give a flying fuck?
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| | Posted 10/7/2009 7:40 AM - 3 Views - 0 eProps - 0 comments
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