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A Dirty Job

The 'strike'.
Friday 29 June 2007

I didn't go into work on Wednesday because I wasn't feeling great. This, however, is the first shift - indeed, the first hour - I've missed since I started this job.

However, Edmonson had already been off this week. Jabba let me know he wasn't coming in because he was also sick. And, lo and fucking behold, Worthy didn't show up either. And it's several other DS' night off.

This left the two agency guys representing, and all that, all by themselves.

Granted, it's not an ideal situation. But it's a total accident. A freak occurance. Lynch, however, for some reason, went mental, and stormed off to the General Manager to grass us all up. Comments like 'strike' and 'they've all quit together' were bandied around. What absolute bollocks. Why not just try picking up the fucking telephone, mate, before jumping to conclusions?

I went in yesterday to sort out my time sheet and heard all this, and just thought: can this place get any fucking worse? You miss one night of work (and it's not like I didn't call ahead and say I'd be off) and it all goes down the shitter. I spoke to #1 about it and he was fine. I'll have to have words with Lynch when I next see him on Saturday. Madness.


posted by Sheamus @ 9:00 am




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