davidd (davidd) wrote,
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Life in the Looney Bin

My co-workers are going insane.

I think I've mentioned previously the two who are now out on various criminal and/or quasi-criminal charges.

Today a guy was called into the office to discuss a minor infraction. The discussion was handled in a manner violating our union contract, so the guy didn't really have anything to worry about.

But he's a "sensitive" type. That is, prone to panic attacks. Overly prone, some might say. Of course, he had one. So somebody called his wife, who came to the office to help him get home.

This was the first time I'd directly witnessed one of his panic attacks. The poor guy looked like a mental patient in the movies, AFTER a round of electro-shock. He was bent over, staring vacantly, shuffling his feet like a stroke victim; I swear he was practically drooling. He was drenched in sweat, and mumbling to himself. His wife led him by one hand out the door, and he felt his way along with the other hand like a blind person.

His wife, quite appropriately and eloquently, asked our supervisors, "what the f**k**g h**l do you DO to people around here?"

I was asking that myself, silently, when I found out today that the "Big Boss" has ordered the "Lesser Bosses" to schedule NO DAYS OFF for us. Other than the Sundays we are closed. They will call us at home in the mornings to let us know if we DON'T have to come in.

This too is a violation of the union contract. Sometimes unions are a good thing.

By the way, this IS a Federal Government job -- and no, it's not the Army! Your Tax Dollars At Work!
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