Me vs Boss
Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2008 9:10 pm
Ok, here's the deal
I'm a diesel mechanic and where I work we're really slow right now so thats not a whole lot to do.
We've been slow for a while now, so we all just sit around and bullshit.
Well my shop lead doesn't have any idea what he's doing, he doesn't know how to work on trucks or how to do paperwork or hell how to do anything really. So this guy is susposed to tell me what to do? I think not.
Aight, well tonight I got told right when I walked in the door that we only had 2 trucks to work on and to stretch the one I was on to last all night. No problem, I'm lazy and I've gotten good at it. Around 9:30 (we leave at midnight) we get a roadcall in. Here is how the conversation went.
Richard(my shop lead): Glen, I have a roadcall at fresh advantage, I need you to go do it.
Me: Whats it for?
Richard: Brakes locked up, need you to cage them so they can move the trailer.
Me: Do we have a service truck
Richard: Yes
Me: Does it have a compressor?
Richard: Yes
Me: (Ask Chask who is the guy who put the truck together) HEY MAN DOES THE PEICE O SHIT TRUCK'S AIR COMPRESSOR WORK?
Chask: Yea, but it don't have fittings on the air lines and I don't know where they are.
Me: Well ****, aight I'm gonna finish this tire real quick and then I'll **** with the roadcall.
Richard: No, mother****er you'll do what I tell you to do. I'm sick and tired of you doing whatever the **** you want. You'll listen to me and when I tell you to do something you'll do it. All you do is bitch and complain about willie making more than you and this and that. We've all ****ing heard it every day for the last two weeks. Now do the ****ing roadcall.
Me: No
(I then proceed to go to the truck I was airing the tire in and finish airing it up. While I am waiting for the tire to finish airing I tell Richard he could have asked)
Richard: I'm not kissing your ass, you'll do what I say I'm your ****ing boss.
Me: um No, I'm not asking you to kiss my ass Richard look Glen, I have a roadcall I want you to do. When you finish that tire run to blah blah blah and knock it out. ""Aight Richard no biggy man I'll finish it up". What part of that Richard was kissing my ass?
Richard: Either do the ****ing roadcall or leave
Me: No
Richard: fine I'll do the damn thing
He then proceeds to get his tools and does the roadcall, upon arriving back at 11:45 he tries to make some lame joke by saying "**** you" in a nice way. Which I'm cool with because we do joke around a lot. I'm not cool with how he spoke with me, if I was a meaner/more badass of a guy we probally would have boxed.
So um, yea what do I do?
I really don't think Richard does shit except walk in my footsteps constently telling me what to do. Anytime I breath,shit,fart he's there. And he gets made because I'm like "hey richard can ya do this/that?". Reason I ask is because he's NEVER working and always up my ass trying to get me to do stuff.
I've already spoken with my supervisor once about this and just don't know what to do. I'm not going to have some 22 year old kid who doesn't know what he's doing tell me "mother****er you do what I tell you to do". That shit don't fly with me....
so um yea....
I'm a diesel mechanic and where I work we're really slow right now so thats not a whole lot to do.
We've been slow for a while now, so we all just sit around and bullshit.
Well my shop lead doesn't have any idea what he's doing, he doesn't know how to work on trucks or how to do paperwork or hell how to do anything really. So this guy is susposed to tell me what to do? I think not.
Aight, well tonight I got told right when I walked in the door that we only had 2 trucks to work on and to stretch the one I was on to last all night. No problem, I'm lazy and I've gotten good at it. Around 9:30 (we leave at midnight) we get a roadcall in. Here is how the conversation went.
Richard(my shop lead): Glen, I have a roadcall at fresh advantage, I need you to go do it.
Me: Whats it for?
Richard: Brakes locked up, need you to cage them so they can move the trailer.
Me: Do we have a service truck
Richard: Yes
Me: Does it have a compressor?
Richard: Yes
Me: (Ask Chask who is the guy who put the truck together) HEY MAN DOES THE PEICE O SHIT TRUCK'S AIR COMPRESSOR WORK?
Chask: Yea, but it don't have fittings on the air lines and I don't know where they are.
Me: Well ****, aight I'm gonna finish this tire real quick and then I'll **** with the roadcall.
Richard: No, mother****er you'll do what I tell you to do. I'm sick and tired of you doing whatever the **** you want. You'll listen to me and when I tell you to do something you'll do it. All you do is bitch and complain about willie making more than you and this and that. We've all ****ing heard it every day for the last two weeks. Now do the ****ing roadcall.
Me: No
(I then proceed to go to the truck I was airing the tire in and finish airing it up. While I am waiting for the tire to finish airing I tell Richard he could have asked)
Richard: I'm not kissing your ass, you'll do what I say I'm your ****ing boss.
Me: um No, I'm not asking you to kiss my ass Richard look Glen, I have a roadcall I want you to do. When you finish that tire run to blah blah blah and knock it out. ""Aight Richard no biggy man I'll finish it up". What part of that Richard was kissing my ass?
Richard: Either do the ****ing roadcall or leave
Me: No
Richard: fine I'll do the damn thing
He then proceeds to get his tools and does the roadcall, upon arriving back at 11:45 he tries to make some lame joke by saying "**** you" in a nice way. Which I'm cool with because we do joke around a lot. I'm not cool with how he spoke with me, if I was a meaner/more badass of a guy we probally would have boxed.
So um, yea what do I do?
I really don't think Richard does shit except walk in my footsteps constently telling me what to do. Anytime I breath,shit,fart he's there. And he gets made because I'm like "hey richard can ya do this/that?". Reason I ask is because he's NEVER working and always up my ass trying to get me to do stuff.
I've already spoken with my supervisor once about this and just don't know what to do. I'm not going to have some 22 year old kid who doesn't know what he's doing tell me "mother****er you do what I tell you to do". That shit don't fly with me....
so um yea....