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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Captain's Log - Stardate_Monday: I arrive at the factory at around 7:15 am. Work starts at 7:30 and I have to take a shit because the commute was one and a half hours long with no bathroom breaks. I then have to change into work clothes and put on my boots. I arrive at my work station around 7:40 and start working. I would always write 7:15 in the "time in" section because I thought you are supposed to write down the time you come in the building. I genuinely thought I was doing the right thing, that I had managed to suppress captain fuckup long enough to arrive on time. Oh how wrong I was. Sammy told me that the factory higher ups were mad because I was arriving at the department late. He told me that the factory head would come to my department at 7:30 and not see me. I was still in the bathroom at this time. According to them I'm late because I arrive at my station 10 minutes late, even though they see me walk into the building at 7:15. Sammy told me the factory head takes pictures of my empty work station and sends it to the company owner to prove that I arrive late. Great. Now I'm going to get in trouble with people who make ten times as much as me. Cappy is making enemies out of the factory head, the executives, the board members, the shareholders. At this rate they'll bring my tardiness up at the next earnings call and talk about how they are going to cut back on non-productive workers.
Some of my co-workers and I get paid in cash. We work for the same agency. Sometimes the agency agent will give the envelopes with cash to one guy and that guy will give the envelopes to the others. Today I was asked to hand the pay envelopes to two people. I know one guy's name so I could easily find him and give him his pay. I had forgotten the other guy's name so I couldn't take his envelope and give it to him. I know the face because I've seen him around and we take the same bus but I completely forgot the name. The other guy found out that I was the one handing out envelopes and that I didn't have his because I forgot his name. He got really upset and yelled at me. He had kept my envelope last week so I'm sure he thought I would do the same. I genuinely forgot his name. It was an honest mistake. The way he looked at me indicated that he wanted to kick my ass. I haven't seen anger like that in a while. I've clearly made another enemy.


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Captain's Log - Stardate_Tuesday: Sammy told me the higher ups want me to make more panels and if I don't they'll fire me. I'm basically overworked. I have to make replacement panels and corners, I have to install those panels and corners, which someone else is supposed to do, I have to help Dick in the packaging department sort out other panels from the plant because I'm one of the few people who can identify the model of the panel. The plant shouldn't send us these panels to begin with, and I shouldn't be spending time at the packaging department. I would make a penis joke around the words "Dick" and "package" but I'm better than that.
When I joined the factory they told me to "take it easy" "slow down" "work at your pace" "relax", but now they are telling me I'm falling behind while also making me do things that I shouldn't do.
I'm also starting to think that Sammy is lying to me. When he speaks I sense some bullshit. I'm sure they said something about my performance, but did they really say I need to make 10 to 12 panels? Sammy is the kind of guy who would lie about that.
Thankfully I'm getting better at not caring about these things. I don't care what the management thinks about me. I don't care about my supervisor or the other people that I have to work with. This is just a place where I exchange time for money. There's no loyalty. No friends. Just cash. These people are prepared to lie to me and fire me at any moment.
I need to stop expecting people to treat me right at work. This bullshit happens all the time. There was bullshit at the previous factory, bullshit at my greenhouse job and bullshit at my farm job. If I anticipate bullshit I handle it better. Also if I'm not attached to the job I don't have to care about it. If I get fired, I'll just go to another place. This job isn't my life. These people aren't my friends. I need to stop caring about it. All of this drama is making me better at not caring. Once I leave the factory I physically brush myself off. I scrape off all the negative stuff that accumulated during the day and I enjoy the rest of my day. I will not carry that bullshit in my head. I will not let it ruin my day.


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