I'm the guy who does his job. You must be the other guy.
Wednesday 1 August 2007
The usual whinges tonight - after initially being stuck with the A-team of Bilbo and The Lodge, I switched with Edmonson and willingly spent half the night down the lower bar. Believe me, it was the lesser of two evils.
I came in earlier and was informed that there had been seven complaints about the door team made today. Seven. I couldn't fucking believe it, especially when I found out that a few of them had come from a pair of owners who have always gone out of their way to be friendly towards Jabba and myself. After digging a little, I discovered that all the complaints were about other members of the team (and even most of these were complete fabrications of the actual events, because I was fucking there for all of them.) Still, I'd have been none the wiser if I hadn't actually, you know, asked. Everybody else just blindly accepted it.
It comes to something when you work for a company that doesn't have a single person in management that you can actually trust. #1 is a sound guy, but he's fed me enough 'promises' over the past few months to make me realise that he's essentially (a) powerless and (b) incapable of looking you in the eye and admitting he fucked up, when he does. What do you do when nobody above you gives a flying fuck? You look for another job, that's what, which, yes, I'm still doing.
But what I've learned, perhaps slowly, is that everything feels a lot better when you employ the favour system. That is, somebody does something for me, I do something for them. Vice versa, and so on. Etc etc. Nothing major - I ain't talking about trading eight-balls for blow jobs. Just the little things.
Those fuckers add up.
posted by Sheamus @ 3:30 am
