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Edited by II Smiggles II: 4/26/2014 8:32:45 PM
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My Coworker Feels I'm a Threat

Alright, warning this is blog-ish Also TL;DR I left NSFW drawings out on a clip board accidentally and a coworker felt it was a threat of violence towards her. Put under the cut for convenience. [spoiler]I closed Wednesday night an it gets really slow. I've made a habit of drawing on napkins at work, be it on my break or during dead time. For the first time ever I accidentally left two of them on the clipboard by the safe. One was simply a bunny that I tried to make as cute as possible at the time and another was Yatagarasu, a three-legged crow of myth. It had a speech bubble that said, "-blam!- you. I'm a God". This particular coworker of which I helped when no one else would and gave her the nice towel treatment found it the next morning. She took it directly to my manager and said she was "scared, offended and very angry". Explaining to my manager that she felt I intentionally left it for her to find and that it was surely a personal attack/threat. One that needed to be taken very seriously. My manager today pulled me into her office where I laughed about it. I was asked simply not to draw at the store anymore and the napkins were confiscated. Though as I closed the door she complimented my art style. This isn't the first time I've been dirtied for ridiculous claims. When I first began working here another coworker had told my manager I scream at her, throw things, and make her feel unimportant. I hardly talk at all. [/spoiler] Anyone ever have something stupid happen at work? I'm still at mine so replies will be slow.

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  • I'm going to let it rip on my construction job here and now. You want stupid shit? I'll give the utmost biggest pile of stupid shit I've ever done in my life. Okay so this first bit takes place pretty much when I was new at the job, about two weeks in. We'd finished the basic concrete foundation of the building and had to lay some more groundwork before all the iron came in. Our goal was, to create a slope in the basement so all the water would drain into a sump pump that would suck it out. So, here's the catch. We had a caterpillar that brought over all the sand, but it didn't drop it into the pit, just outside. #1. It could have dropped the sand into the pit. This meant that we had to shovel several tons worth of sand into the pit by hand. #2. The caterpillar could have gotten into the pit, moved all the sand, and then made a perfect slope with it's bucket. It did not. We shoveled several tons of sand once more, and sloped it out by hand. And, at the end of the day, our boss comes over and says that the slope wasn't right. We need to pull away all the sand in order to work on the wall again. This is when one of our co-workers quit, leaving me and another guy alone for it. So, on a -blam!-ing muddy slope, we tossed sand into a wheelbarrow, pushed it up the slope, lifted it above the pit, and threw it back out. Yeah, that's right, we lifted out several tons of sand that we'd already moved around twice out of the pit and back onto normal ground. Just two of us. And to top it all off, our boss was pushing us because we were going slow apparently. And over the next few days, the sand froze solid. Any guesses who the -blam!- had to move it by hand when things were all good to go again? Just me. My buddy got sick so I had to break the sand apart with a jackhammer, shovel it into the wheelbarrow, and toss it down into the pit. And I had to set everything up for sloping it. Then, for the next few weeks, we did work inside the existing building. We broke apart a lot of concrete and were tasked with moving it outside. We weren't allowed to go out the front where it would be easier, so we tossed it all out the back door into the pit. And had to move it out of the pit. And here's where we get to sand bullshit part two. Our boss specifically stated that we could dump the broken concrete off to the side of the pit since it was closest, and the ground was pulled back big time there. So we did. Not a week later, the caterpiller dropped more sand off to fill some stuff. And guess what we had to fill by hand again? The side of the building where we threw all the broken concrete. Rather than use the caterpillar to fill the trench, we filled it by hand, driving a wheelbarrow over a slope of broken concrete. Then we called it quits because more alterations needed to be done. And the sand pile froze again. So skip ahead a few weeks later, and all the iron has been laid over the pit and it has a basic floor and supports now. What does the boss say? We need more sand down there on one side of the building, and we need to slope it. That meant we had to throw sand down a tiny hole int he floor, jump down there when it became too full, and, crouching underneath the iron beams and supports, shovel and slope more god damn sand. And it was wet down there. It was a mudhole. Getting all the sand down there like that, and then moving it took two weeks, just me and my co-worker. Every single day, from 5 o clock in the morning, to 6 o' clock at night, we shoveled sand through mud for 14 days straight. Now we speed things up to about a month later. The basic walls have been set up, the concrete was laid over the iron, but we had no roof for some stupid reason. So the rains came. And started raining all over the exposed walls and other important stuff. Boss waved it off, and our task was, to collect all the water that was collecting on the concrete floor. While it was still raining..... And, another month later, we come back to the frozen sand pile. I shoveled the whole thing by myself since my buddy was sick again, for the next couple of weeks. And now, we come to spring time. The base of the building was all done, and we had to get ready for the roof. Guess what stood in our way. A layer of ice, overtop of the roof, 5 feet thick. Want to guess what we were forced to use instead of a jackhammer or an ice breaker because it was too noisy for the workers in the building? Standard hammers. Regular, everyday hammers. Not even a sledge hammer. Over half of the roof was covered in a layer of 5 feet of ice. And then we came to the worst part of the job. Stripping away the roof. Over the years, the solution to the leaking, saggy roof was to put more tar over it. We ended up cutting out the tar with a [i]diamond[/i] concrete cutting saw because it was so thick. Each slab of tar weighed about 40 kilos each. And we struggled to pull each and every one out, walk across the whole building, and toss them over the roof into the garbage truck below. Me and my buddy did this alone for an entire week. And worst of all, up in the roof, it was cold because of the wind, but still hot under the sun. And pulling up the tar gave you about 25 years worth of dust blowing in your face. Underneath that, was a layer of yellow scratchy insulation. We had the windiest days for that. By the end of the day, you couldn't stop scratching. Next up came chipping off the stuco all over the outside of the building. We spent one month chipping away at poorly glued on stucco with hammers and crow bars. I say poorly put in place because normally, it should have a layer of wire under it to strengthen the bond, but this stuff didn't. So rather than dig into a little bit into the stucco, grab a hold of the wire frame, and pull hard, we had to chip it all off, piece by piece. And after all was said and done, we found out we didn't even have to do all that. Next up would be near the end of my time on the job. The roof was put up, and we had to crawl underneath it into the attic which was about three feet tall in the middle. We had to crawl to the very end of the rafters, and hammer in metal supports. Thing was, the rafters had about two feet of space in between them, and by the time you found a way to crawl to the very end of them in a tight, awkward manner, there was barely any room to move. And once you got the supports in, you crawled all the way back out of one row, and went down another. And all of it could have been avoided if we'd put them on while we put the rafters up and the roof didn't sit overtop of them. And last, but not least, at the very end of my job, when my buddy was sick, and I was sick, alone, I took a jackhammer to one side of the entire building, and took apart all the bricks, hauled them out of the building, hauled 70 pound windows out without breaking them, and then hauled double panned 120 pound windows in to the building, lifted them up into place, and made sure they were secure. Never again.

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