Worms and all the rest of life….

I left the five hour class for my new job a bit depressed. Not only did I have to fork out quite a bit of money….something we are a bit short on, or else why would I be looking for a job, they stressed the negative aspects of the job rather than anything at all positive. Dealing with drunks……did I, the one who wanted to take tickets or open bags want to deal with drunks? Handcuffs. Did I ever want to know about handcuffs? Or breaking up fights, removing beer cans and the drinker, filling out incident reports, et al.

Oh, I’m hired. Hired with a company that obviously has had problems in the past with staff and deals with them in a reactionary way. Deposits on uniform shirts, on hats, on this and that. A lecture on hair and washing face and clean fingernails. Fingernails? Did I miss something somewhere. I did miss some of the questions on the final test despite the off duty Sheriff literally giving us the answers and having an open book at my elbow. I was given a chance to go back and change those wrong answers. I did. I got the job. Seven to ten days to wait until the State of California approves me to take tickets or look in bags. It’s part time, what can I say.

G? As Gs put it, the worm turned.

Oh, I’m sure that G’s immediate city manager realized some of what was happening…just not all the details. He was told that there was a problem in G’s department, just not on G’s side. (There are two companies here duplicating everything in this corporation.) Ditto corporate.

They know all the details now. Perhaps that mountain of untouched paperwork that the other side was responsible for was the trigger. Trying to get G fired so your lover can have G’s job was the first problem. Trying to save money by not hiring a clerk was the second. By doing the job yourself, and not doing yours, was the third. Not knowing the job, passing the paperwork off to another overworked clerk, then losing the first position totally because there wasn’t a need……oy.

What a mess. You wouldn’t believe the disaster. Then this very costly mess was all dumped on G to clean up. Perhaps the lover pair is still trying to get G fired. The end result is corporate and regional are descending.

And we are going to Disneyland.