Everyone has their own thing going on up here. The entire crew that i'm on is about to explode at each other. It all starts with the fact that our crew leader is a manic depressive, and on certain days, you won't see him at all and won't be able to reach him on the radio.
Then, a step down from that, us people that work hard have to try to regulate the newer people and make sure they know what to do because our boss won't tell them, and then they usually just stand around anyways, and there's nothing that we can really do about it.
And the next step down, the people that really don't do anything... don't do anything (mow without the blades turning... try to keep shovels from falling over...) and they're mad at the boss because the one thing he did this week was tell everyone that they couldn't clock in early and milk the clock by drinking coffee and telling stupid stories about when they were younger and usually end with "so i said 'sure.'" Amazing climax.
Today, one of the harder working guys went home early just because he didn't want to do the bitch job that he felt everyone else should've gotten done yesterday. Maybe he's right, maybe no one's right, but things are gonna go south in the next week.
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names paul. we need names.
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