shortylickens
No Lifer
- Jul 15, 2003
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Petty Officer Portillo. He left us in 99 and got stationed in San Diego. About a year later we heard he murdered his wife and a hooker on the same night.
Most of you have never worked with a really bad coworker it appears.
These are trivial, I should still have one old one arrested for putting s**t in my coffee, which I believe is a Felony.
yeah, that's bad. sounds like some of the guys my grandpa worked with at the steel mill.
with the stuff they did there, i am surprised more didn't die, get fired, get arrested or get sued.
Surveying/engineering is full of drug addicts and alcoholics, and that's not getting into the dumbasses and weirdos. I don't have the patience to type it all out on a cell phone.
every time it is nice outside, i think to myself "why didn't i get a surveying/engineering job?"
and then as soon as it is crappy outside, i think "glad i didn't do that".
but all told it seems like it would be pretty great.
every time it is nice outside, i think to myself "why didn't i get a surveying/engineering job?"
and then as soon as it is crappy outside, i think "glad i didn't do that".
but all told it seems like it would be pretty great.
It's ok. I loved it when I started, but now it's just "alright". Looking around old properties is probably the best part. Shooting topo the worst. Topo is almost all some companies do. I'd have eaten a gun years ago if I were at one of those companies.
Don't worry, man. At my last job, a company came by to peddle their wares during lunch one day. It was a car mounted laser scanner that drew everything into CAD (3D) just by driving by at highway speeds. Stick that thing on a 4x4 and you're all set. I'm sure they'll figure out how to account for vegetation soon.
I'm losing faith that I can ever be a manager because my co-workers seem completely incapable of thinking for themselves. I answer questions for them on basic shit that they should be able to figure out for themselves, and I get those questions multiple times.
At this point, I draw every difficult assignment because they're flat out incapable, and I still have to help them with the easy ones. My poor manager is at her wits end.
Ugh. Sounds like a shiesty little prick to me. I wouldn't trust that fucker as far as I could throw him.This person:
-Was consistently caught looking at colleagues' hands/typing as they entered passwords. I brought it up and nothing was done.
-Once made changeS(plural) that negatively impacted the environment, tried to blame it on a change I made 5 days later, and after I pointed out the discrepancies, he "figured out" the problem, told me that I "owed him one". So I put together log files to show that it was his "script", which was really a poorly written batch file with one line, that caused the problem. I brought it up to mgmt again, and when given an opportunity to come clean, he actually fabricated his own evidence to show his innocence. Sucks for him that the log files are uploaded automatically to the vendor so all my manager had to do was get the file from the vendor to see that he made shit up. Still, nothing was done.
-Volunteered to "help" me as I was involved in a weekend maintenance immediately after my return to work from a paternity leave by setting up config files and such. He modified a config file in the middle of the file(not like missing a carriage return at EOF) to make the rest of the config file not load correctly. That could have been passed off as an innocent mistake, but after I wrote up what I did to fix the problem to the team that night, the first thing he did the following morning(I'm talking like 7am kind of morning) was go in and modify the file he had given me to make it syntactically correct(how did he know to look in the middle of a 1000+ lines file?) AND deleted the snapshots of that volume to make the history go away. Nothing was done after I brought this up.
He no longer works there and I'm not there any more either. It's a pretty big company.
Finally when I reach the apartment, I found that he had locked himself in, and refused to let me in. I spoke to him thru the door, trying to convince him to open the door so I could come in, but he was adamant that he had no obligation to open the door so late in the night, and that it was my fault I was late, and it was very unsafe to open the door so late in the night, and that too in a dangerous city like LA. I had to call our supervisor in NJ (3am her time) so she could call him and order him to open the door for me. He tried to argue with her, but she was in a sore mood by then, and told him to either open the door or pack his bags and go to the airport to head back to India![]()
microwaved fish at work
nuff said.
I have encountered so so many incompetent people that I start to think the vast majority are incompetent. It's positively disconcerting. I mentioned this to one of my bosses (who I was hoping would hire me, it was a temp assignment), and his reaction was to tell me I should feel good about myself because of my relative competency. That did not satisfy. Of course, he never offered me that job. It wasn't a great job, it was with the county government, but I was tired of scraping by on sporadic temp assignments, so the prospect of a permanent job was attractive.Any of the many "button pushers" I work next to that have no true grasp of what they're doing beyond "Push button A, proceed to step 2 and push button B". Thank god they have, for the most part, competent managers that I get on well with so I can skip dealing with them when necessary.
I can deal with assholes and jerks and cunts. It's the incompetents that bug me the most.
It sounds to me like you are very ripe for a career move!Most of you have never worked with a really bad coworker it appears.
These are trivial, I should still have one old one arrested for putting shit in my coffee, which I believe is a Felony.
The old idiot even bragged about it on FaceBook, he only even learned how to use a netbook less than a year ago.
He actually thought he could put MasterCam on it, when he can't even hold plus or minus .010 on most the shit he makes, hell have the time he blows it by .1
He thinks he's a Tool and Die Maker, and has no clue whatsoever, but I've seen that a lot around these parts.
He even drove my my house about a week being a stalker, the guy is insane and should be retired and he only hangs out in the Tool Shop I used to work at for god knows what reason.
He must be related to someone, even the managers at the time were saying I wish he'd just get the fuck out of here.
But he can't actually really produce anything realistically, and sits in a corner being a shop troll getting paid less than I was to not do much other than being a pain in the ass.
Then you have things like engineers fresh out of college actually asking this guy for advice, and kids still going to college getting moved into QA inspecting your parts when they can't hit their ass with both hands when you've been in aerospace over 30 years telling you that what you're doing is wrong.
It's like a constant face palm, you'd have to turn around and tell them how to inspect a part right.
Then they get all pissy and run to daddy or something.
I'll maybe find something else, at this point working with people that do not know what they are doing period just depressed me to where I do not care much anymore.
That is the funniest story here, no doubt about it. This had me LOL...Once both of us had to go on a work trip together to LA, for some software installation and stuff. We were booked into a 'guest house' the client had arranged, which was only an apartment with just the two of us. He was a clock-watcher, so he quit real early the first day while I was at the office till close to midnight trying to finish off the job. Finally when I reach the apartment, I found that he had locked himself in, and refused to let me in. I spoke to him thru the door, trying to convince him to open the door so I could come in, but he was adamant that he had no obligation to open the door so late in the night, and that it was my fault I was late, and it was very unsafe to open the door so late in the night, and that too in a dangerous city like LA. I had to call our supervisor in NJ (3am her time) so she could call him and order him to open the door for me. He tried to argue with her, but she was in a sore mood by then, and told him to either open the door or pack his bags and go to the airport to head back to India!
I have dozens of stories more about him like these, but the thing is that I found out he was just the same when in India too. His colleagues were so happy when he left for the US.