Blog about work

I love my job. I don’t talk about it much on here because it is what it is. Like most people, I wish I made more money, but I guess I live in a decent house, bought a new truck, and went to Hawaii this year, so I’m doing alright.

I’ve been at my job now for 17 years. It’s actually only my second job ever. In 17 years I’ve only had one coworker leave for another job, so most of my coworkers I’ve been working with for 17 years. Well, this week I’m losing my second coworker to another job. He was a newish coworker. Everybody knew it was only a matter of time before he left. He came here from New Jersey and was a little bit of an odd duck. He’s worked at numerous places and we knew it was only a matter of time before he moved on from here. He definitely didn’t have a midwestern worth ethic.

This week was his last week, and guess what he does? He calls in sick. Sure, he could really be sick, I kind of doubt it. He’s called in many time when there was a crappy job to do at work. My guess is he called in sick because of who he was schedualed to work with. He has this unnatural hatrid twards country music and anybody who likes it. Yeah, that would be a big problem for someone living in Fargo.

So I guess I get to work tonight and get twelve hours of overtime this week.