Monday, November 28
Fight the good fight
So one of my little shits at work has been bustin my balls all week. I'm trying to reign him back in and keep him from losing his job, meanwhile he wonders around all space cadet looking like a lost child. Our GM is ready to sack him, but I know he has potential. All that to get to this, today I was suppose to have a heart to heart with him about work things, boy oh boy did I ever. As his eyes filled with tears he told me his mom had a stroke over the holiday. She doesn't recognize him. His father died last year in a car wreck, and he is obviously a 20 something year old little boy lost. I thought back to how devastated I was when my grams had her stroke. How helpless I felt. I skipped the talk and gave him the afternoon off. Those stupid guys are like kids to me, and the weirdest thing is that they respect me and value my opinion. I'm not gonna crush him this weak, fuck the boss. In the end we are all human, and a paycheck is just a piece of paper. You get to slide my dear boy. I feel like a tough love camp councilor sometimes rather than a manager. I'm gonna go with my gut on this one...shrug.
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