#work child 1

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Things that happen at work:

Work Child 1 applied for and got a different job within the company. Today was his last day with our department. It’s technically a pay cut, but he’s salaried now and only has to work 40 hours. (He technically makes more per hour but he’s not doing a shit ton of overtime anymore)

I’m really fucking proud of him for moving on and doing better; he’s a really hard worker and an amazing person. He’s absolutely capable of doing anything he sets his mind to, isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty, and is just…so responsible and kind.

I’m going to miss him like crazy but I’m so glad that he’s finally moving on to bigger and better things.

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Things that happen at work;

Field Mechanic, barging into the office: WHERES MY TRUCK? *doesnt wait for an answer, continues to barrel straight for the shop, comes storming back less than a minute later* THE KIDS HID MY TRUCK! *runs out into the yard*

Shop Foreman: Well, here we go again.

Me: Please tell me this doesn’t end badly.

Shop Foreman: It ends with me being in charge of giving keys back to people so that they can do stuff I actually pay them for.

Field Mechanic, about ten minutes later, to Shop Foreman: Here are the keys to the cart*, I put it over by the materials shed. Also I turned off the AC in the shop. I just got another service call, so I’m heading out right now, but let me know how long it takes them to find it. *power walks away, and Work Child 1 walks in almost immediately after*

Shop Foreman: *hands Work Child 1 the keys to the cart* It’s over by the materials shed.

Work Child 1, who is going to have to walk a half mile to get the cart back to the shop: Fuck!

Me: Also he turned off the AC in the shop.

Work Child 1: Really?!? You know what, next time he’s here, I’m gonna connect his horn to his breaks.

Me: 15 minute rule!

Work Child 1: He’s the one who taught me how to do it, he can get it fixed in under fifteen minutes.

Me: That’s. That’s not comforting. If you guys are going after cars I’m staying completely out of this. But also my roll of industrial plastic wrap is right here under my desk. So. Um.

Work Child 1: Good to know. *walks away*

Me, to Shop Foreman: How long is this going to last?

Shop Foreman: Usually? The longest I’ve seen Field Mechanic go is six weeks.

*its essentially a golf cart with off-road wheels and super-duper suspension, supervisors and directors can check it out to use on big job sites, but mainly the mechanics use it to haul their tools out to the big rigs that get dumped in the yard.

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Things that happen at work:

Work Child 1, the entire time we are suran wrapping the chair: *giggling* This is so fucked up. This is so fucked up.

Me: He’s got a pocket knife, he’ll be fine.

Work Child 1: This keeps getting harder the more layers we put on.

Me: I know, it’s fantastic. Normally I’d add a layer of toilet paper on top of this, but we don’t want to be too wasteful right now.

Work Child 1: Oh my God.

Me: You don’t have older siblings, do you?

Work Child 1: I do now, apparently.

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Things that happen at work:

Work Child 1:Hey, sorry to bother you again, but there’s another issue.

Me: Honey, my entire job is to let people bother me. What do you need?

Work Child 1:*describes the issue*

Me: Oh. Well. That’s because I fucked it up. See, this is exactly what happened. *pulls up the issue in the data base, shows him exactly what I messed up and how, and how to fix it*

Work Child 1: I mean, that’s cool and everything, but you can edit that database and I can’t. Like. At all.

Me: Well, fuck. At least now you know when to call me on my shit?

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Things that happen at work:

Head Mechanic and Work Child 1 are finally able to work on the wasp infested trailer.

I don’t know what they’re working ON, but I thought it was awesome.

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Things that happen at work:

Work Child 1 just turned 20 and seriously wants to buy a house or condo, but has a lot of debt from...well, being young and not having a lot of impulse control. It’s also not that much debt.

Anyway, I spent maybe 20 minutes copy/pasting my budget spreadsheet into a new file and tweaking it for a single person before sending it to him.

His whole face lit up, and it seriously just made my whole week.

He decided he’s going to get all of his debt paid off by the end of the year and start looking at houses in February. (Basically as soon as he has two years worth of W2s to actually submit.)

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Things that happen at work:

My boss, about two weeks ago; Hey, you should color coordinate the key cabinet!

My boss, last Wednesday: *sends out an email asking me to color coordinate the key cabinet*

Me, fucking COLOR coordinating the goddamn key CABINET THAT I CAN LITERALLY STAND IN: *a lot of rage noises because some asshat CHOSE to put the little hanging clips directly onto the key ring instead of clipping them on AS THEY WERE INTENDED TO BE USED*

Work child 1: You color coding the key cabinet?

Me: *turns around and glares*

Work child 1: That. That look. That’s why we’re all afraid of you. You asked!!! *runs away clutching his burrito to his chest*