Or - Too much testosterone is a pain in the ass. No pun or sexual innuendo intended.
You would have thunk that the 4 male species type humans that were at work today had never done their job before. It was quiet and slow all day, then in the last 45 minutes, when the work came in, they were all running around like chickens with their heads cut off. Not that I've ever actually seen a chicken running around with it's head cut off, but this is what I suspected it would look like.
Anyway, the work calms down, they go about their business, and one guy, the new kid, offers to do some work outside his job duties, and the lead guy freaks. Loudly. Lots of yelling. Not so pleasant words and threats. I felt bad for the kid. I champion the underdog anyways, but tonight I just wanted to slap the other guy for going off like that.
The lead guy came in and apologized to me for the cussing, and I told him I could care less about the cussing, I just don't like the yelling, and that I thought he was tired and should go home. What I really meant was that if he didn't leave soon I'd wind up really slapping him. Thankfully they all left and I went about my work, and finally came home to eat and talk to L.
I feel bad for the kid because these guys are all 10 or 12 years older than him, they've got experience, and he's still learning. These guys bust his balls over the small screw-ups, the not paying attention things, whereas when they screw up, no one better say a word about it to 'em. Again, like I said, I champion the underdog, the one who keeps getting kicked at and picked on.
Yeah, some days they can be entertaining, but then days like today - too much testosterone in one room for me.
3/20/2006
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