We have had a temp worker the last couple of weeks while some people have been on leave. They were fine when they started out, but things have been getting more strange as time goes on. This guy walks around talking on his cell phone all the time. The problem is, it's a flip phone, and he leaves it on speaker and holds it in front of him like a Star Trek Communicator the whole time he is walking and talking. We can hear the "interesting" conversations he is having with his wife, and people are starting to get annoyed with it.
Last night after he left, I noticed he had left his gear scattered all over and his locker wide open. I figured he had just forgotten to put it away after he went back to start his car. I confronted him about it today though, and he looked thoroughly confused, and claimed he had no idea how his gear had gotten left out and scattered around. There was no one else at work at the time it happened, and I found it right after he left, so it wasn't someone that came in later.
He was there when I went in today. When they first started we had to assign operator codes to them, until they got permanent ones from downtown. Due to my fluctuating schedule I didn't know if he had received any or not, so I ask him if he got them.
(NOTE: Some of the conversation has been paraphrased. Where direct quotes are unavailable, the author has attempted to convey the lunacy of the responses in spirit. Certain key details have been changed on the off chance that this person might read this forum.)
It was the strangest thing. I was standing two feet from him, looking him in the eye while I asked him if he had his codes and he was just talking about unrelated and sometimes non-existent things in reply. His eyes were looking in my general direction, but were unable to stay locked on one thing. I honestly think he was stoned out of that tiny little mind of his.
As we were walking through the facility, I was pointing out his work area. It was a different one than he had been working in the last several days, but he HAD done it before. I indicated the area by name, and he said he remembered it, but motioned towards the area he had been working the last few days. I reiterated that it was the area he had worked in when he first got there, and again he acknowledged that he remembered it, and again he motioned to the wrong area. Finally I just took him up there and pointed him in the right direction, and he was looking at his area when he acknowledged that he remembered it.
Of course, I came back later and he was in the wrong area, doing the wrong task.
I finally just gave up, and decided to do the work myself and let him work in the area he was in. Both tasks had to be finished, and it didn't really matter who did which one, it just would have been more streamlined if he had done the one I assigned him to.
Later on after he finished, I gave him another task to do. He started explaining to me that the new orders would conflict with the orders "the other guy" had given him. Small problem. There are no "other guys," the rest of our co-workers that he has ever seen are female. As he explained this "other guy's" orders, I realized that he was relaying back to me the first tasks I had assigned to him. Somewhere between the time we started and the time towards the end of the work day, I apparently became two different people in his mind.
Last night after he left, I noticed he had left his gear scattered all over and his locker wide open. I figured he had just forgotten to put it away after he went back to start his car. I confronted him about it today though, and he looked thoroughly confused, and claimed he had no idea how his gear had gotten left out and scattered around. There was no one else at work at the time it happened, and I found it right after he left, so it wasn't someone that came in later.
He was there when I went in today. When they first started we had to assign operator codes to them, until they got permanent ones from downtown. Due to my fluctuating schedule I didn't know if he had received any or not, so I ask him if he got them.
(NOTE: Some of the conversation has been paraphrased. Where direct quotes are unavailable, the author has attempted to convey the lunacy of the responses in spirit. Certain key details have been changed on the off chance that this person might read this forum.)
It was the strangest thing. I was standing two feet from him, looking him in the eye while I asked him if he had his codes and he was just talking about unrelated and sometimes non-existent things in reply. His eyes were looking in my general direction, but were unable to stay locked on one thing. I honestly think he was stoned out of that tiny little mind of his.
As we were walking through the facility, I was pointing out his work area. It was a different one than he had been working in the last several days, but he HAD done it before. I indicated the area by name, and he said he remembered it, but motioned towards the area he had been working the last few days. I reiterated that it was the area he had worked in when he first got there, and again he acknowledged that he remembered it, and again he motioned to the wrong area. Finally I just took him up there and pointed him in the right direction, and he was looking at his area when he acknowledged that he remembered it.
Of course, I came back later and he was in the wrong area, doing the wrong task.
I finally just gave up, and decided to do the work myself and let him work in the area he was in. Both tasks had to be finished, and it didn't really matter who did which one, it just would have been more streamlined if he had done the one I assigned him to.
Later on after he finished, I gave him another task to do. He started explaining to me that the new orders would conflict with the orders "the other guy" had given him. Small problem. There are no "other guys," the rest of our co-workers that he has ever seen are female. As he explained this "other guy's" orders, I realized that he was relaying back to me the first tasks I had assigned to him. Somewhere between the time we started and the time towards the end of the work day, I apparently became two different people in his mind.
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