The Further Adventures of Captain Fuck-up

[thinkkank]

Captain's Log - Stardate_Tuesday: had 3 hours of sleep, which wrecked me. I had 3 hours the night before so I was pretty tired, and adding an extra 3 hours of sleep made things worse. I was feeling woozy all day. I was hoping for a slow day, pacing myself, and not dealing with much. Boy was I shit out of luck.
Sammy and Chris were off so I was the only one doing woodwork. There were some guys from another department who were familiar with carpentry so they chipped in.
We had to repair panels and replace parts for most of the work day. There was a lot of walking around, lifting and genuine frustration in trying to fit new pieces together with old pieces. On a normal day I would've been fine with it but the exhaustion made it ten times harder.
On top of all the repairs I had to make new panels to meet my quota, all while feeling brain fog from the lack of sleep. Cappy had to dig deep to get the energy to lift a drill and aim a nail gun.
Captain fuckup showed up so many times that I lost count. I kept aiming the nail gun at the wrong place which meant a nail went through a panel. I had to start all over again. I had to use a table saw to cut panels but I kept cutting them at the wrong place which means I had to throw them away and start again. I thank god Chris wasn't there. If he saw half of my fuck-ups I'd never hear the end of it

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Captain's Log - Stardate_Friday: the day started off well. Had a good night's sleep, woke up early and arrived at work early. All was right with the world. I had to finish some panel orders from the day before and I started doing that until one of the other workers asked me to repair a large panel that had broken. One of the boards at the bottom had broken and I could either replace the bottom board or make a brand new panel. The damage was pretty severe so I had to make a new panel from scratch. Not a problem. I got the boards I need and started measuring and cutting. While I was doing that someone came up to me and asked me to help them identify the model number of some new panels. So now I'm going back and forth between making the old orders from the day before, then making the replacement panel and going through a panel book trying to look for the model number of the new panel. While I'm doing this my boards drop and I scatter on the floor so I have to pick everything up. Then I cut the wrong boards and have to cut the right ones. Then a different panel needs repair but it's a completely different kind of panel that I've never seen before that's curved and I have to figure out how to fix it. All of this happened within an hour and a half. I know jobs suck but goddamn was this awful, and the worst part about it was that captain fuckup showed up extra early. I measured things wrong and had to cut the boards all over again. I picked the wrong color of board and had to pick the right color. I was dropping my nail gun, stapler gun, glue, tape measure. I bend over to pick up one thing, I accidentally bump my table and knock over something else. It was like a three stooges skit.
Chris had to replace a corner panel so I had the misfortune of working with him. Being the dickhead asshole shit-wipe that he is he had to keep bugging me while I was working. I was making the panel, measuring, cutting and all the other little things that are required, and he kept butting in and telling me what to do: "measure properly", "don't put it that way put it this way". I would either respond with one word like "sure" or I would ignore it and simply put up my hand to signify that I had heard him and was already doing the thing I needed to do. What an annoying twat. He should focus on his own work, which he doesn't do very well by the way, I've seen the corner panels he makes and they're shit-but he keeps telling me what to do like he knows everything. I can't stand people like that. People who act like they know more than you and they won't hesitate to let you know about it. It must come from a place of inferiority. He can clearly see that I know what I'm doing but he just won't mind his own business. I'm getting better at dealing with people like him. I just ignore them or spend as little time as possible engaging with them.
Towards the end of the day the boss handed out free ice cream coupons because there was a truck outside. Was this the universe's way of rewarding me for putting up with all of this bullshit? An ice cream cone? Well if it is I'll take it. I got a vanilla cone and savored every lick. Tasted pretty shitty as far as ice cream cones go but I never turn down free food.

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