Post-July 4th madness! don't become infected!
Work was loads of fun today! For those of you keeping score, you know I work on a bath house on a beach. On july 4th, I had the good fortune of not having to work. but today I went early (I enter at 7 AM), and the bath house was a disaster zone. I kid you not. clogged WC's, paper everywhere, layers upon layers of sand, diapers, tampons, bathinng suits... the works! Usually, it takes us about 1 1/2 hours to get the whole bath house ready. We battled the women's side, and it took us 1 1/2 hours on that ALONE. All in all. it was a solid 3 hours of working, cleaning, and nearly fainting of the pestilence. And, as far as I've been told, that was only one day's mess.
And we could finally rest, when the supervisor comes in and sees us all sitting. And if any of you know supervisors, you'll know he was ordering left and right, all without lifting a finger. "You, get down from there. You, get off your lazy ass." And so and so. Apparently, the problem began in another area, where the bathrooms were even more disgusting than in the bath house (and let me tell you, that must've been something), and some girls refused to clean that up. So those girls came to the bath house, really flared up. When the supervisor satrted ranting on how lazy we were and how all the other workers were cleaning up and we were doing nothing, the girls began firing back. It got to the point that the supervisor pointed to ALL OF US and said "Don't come tomorrow."
So, we were practically fired. In better terms, they "dumped us like a sack of wet mice". But this doesn't end here. We all teamed up and called (guess who) the higher-ups. The ones that have direct control over us workers. We explained everything in vivid detail, and they went in our favor. They were to talk to the supervisor this afternoon, and apparently, our jobs are secured. For now at least. But at least, I can go to work tomorrow with the biggest smily (hipocrite) face and sign my paper in front of him with the biggest smug feeling and he couldn't do anything.
Supervisors: We eat them for breakfast.
And we could finally rest, when the supervisor comes in and sees us all sitting. And if any of you know supervisors, you'll know he was ordering left and right, all without lifting a finger. "You, get down from there. You, get off your lazy ass." And so and so. Apparently, the problem began in another area, where the bathrooms were even more disgusting than in the bath house (and let me tell you, that must've been something), and some girls refused to clean that up. So those girls came to the bath house, really flared up. When the supervisor satrted ranting on how lazy we were and how all the other workers were cleaning up and we were doing nothing, the girls began firing back. It got to the point that the supervisor pointed to ALL OF US and said "Don't come tomorrow."
So, we were practically fired. In better terms, they "dumped us like a sack of wet mice". But this doesn't end here. We all teamed up and called (guess who) the higher-ups. The ones that have direct control over us workers. We explained everything in vivid detail, and they went in our favor. They were to talk to the supervisor this afternoon, and apparently, our jobs are secured. For now at least. But at least, I can go to work tomorrow with the biggest smily (hipocrite) face and sign my paper in front of him with the biggest smug feeling and he couldn't do anything.
Supervisors: We eat them for breakfast.