The Further Adventures of Captain Fuck-up

[thinkkank]

Captain's Log - Stardate_Tuesday: had 3 hours of sleep, which wrecked me. I had 3 hours the night before so I was pretty tired, and adding an extra 3 hours of sleep made things worse. I was feeling woozy all day. I was hoping for a slow day, pacing myself, and not dealing with much. Boy was I shit out of luck.
Sammy and Chris were off so I was the only one doing woodwork. There were some guys from another department who were familiar with carpentry so they chipped in.
We had to repair panels and replace parts for most of the work day. There was a lot of walking around, lifting and genuine frustration in trying to fit new pieces together with old pieces. On a normal day I would've been fine with it but the exhaustion made it ten times harder.
On top of all the repairs I had to make new panels to meet my quota, all while feeling brain fog from the lack of sleep. Cappy had to dig deep to get the energy to lift a drill and aim a nail gun.
Captain fuckup showed up so many times that I lost count. I kept aiming the nail gun at the wrong place which meant a nail went through a panel. I had to start all over again. I had to use a table saw to cut panels but I kept cutting them at the wrong place which means I had to throw them away and start again. I thank god Chris wasn't there. If he saw half of my fuck-ups I'd never hear the end of it

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Captain's Log - Stardate_Friday: the day started off well. Had a good night's sleep, woke up early and arrived at work early. All was right with the world. I had to finish some panel orders from the day before and I started doing that until one of the other workers asked me to repair a large panel that had broken. One of the boards at the bottom had broken and I could either replace the bottom board or make a brand new panel. The damage was pretty severe so I had to make a new panel from scratch. Not a problem. I got the boards I need and started measuring and cutting. While I was doing that someone came up to me and asked me to help them identify the model number of some new panels. So now I'm going back and forth between making the old orders from the day before, then making the replacement panel and going through a panel book trying to look for the model number of the new panel. While I'm doing this my boards drop and I scatter on the floor so I have to pick everything up. Then I cut the wrong boards and have to cut the right ones. Then a different panel needs repair but it's a completely different kind of panel that I've never seen before that's curved and I have to figure out how to fix it. All of this happened within an hour and a half. I know jobs suck but goddamn was this awful, and the worst part about it was that captain fuckup showed up extra early. I measured things wrong and had to cut the boards all over again. I picked the wrong color of board and had to pick the right color. I was dropping my nail gun, stapler gun, glue, tape measure. I bend over to pick up one thing, I accidentally bump my table and knock over something else. It was like a three stooges skit.
Chris had to replace a corner panel so I had the misfortune of working with him. Being the dickhead asshole shit-wipe that he is he had to keep bugging me while I was working. I was making the panel, measuring, cutting and all the other little things that are required, and he kept butting in and telling me what to do: "measure properly", "don't put it that way put it this way". I would either respond with one word like "sure" or I would ignore it and simply put up my hand to signify that I had heard him and was already doing the thing I needed to do. What an annoying twat. He should focus on his own work, which he doesn't do very well by the way, I've seen the corner panels he makes and they're shit-but he keeps telling me what to do like he knows everything. I can't stand people like that. People who act like they know more than you and they won't hesitate to let you know about it. It must come from a place of inferiority. He can clearly see that I know what I'm doing but he just won't mind his own business. I'm getting better at dealing with people like him. I just ignore them or spend as little time as possible engaging with them.
Towards the end of the day the boss handed out free ice cream coupons because there was a truck outside. Was this the universe's way of rewarding me for putting up with all of this bullshit? An ice cream cone? Well if it is I'll take it. I got a vanilla cone and savored every lick. Tasted pretty shitty as far as ice cream cones go but I never turn down free food.

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[thinkkank]

Captain's Log - Stardate_Monday: I arrive at the factory at around 7:15 am. Work starts at 7:30 and I have to take a shit because the commute was one and a half hours long with no bathroom breaks. I then have to change into work clothes and put on my boots. I arrive at my work station around 7:40 and start working. I would always write 7:15 in the "time in" section because I thought you are supposed to write down the time you come in the building. I genuinely thought I was doing the right thing, that I had managed to suppress captain fuckup long enough to arrive on time. Oh how wrong I was. Sammy told me that the factory higher ups were mad because I was arriving at the department late. He told me that the factory head would come to my department at 7:30 and not see me. I was still in the bathroom at this time. According to them I'm late because I arrive at my station 10 minutes late, even though they see me walk into the building at 7:15. Sammy told me the factory head takes pictures of my empty work station and sends it to the company owner to prove that I arrive late. Great. Now I'm going to get in trouble with people who make ten times as much as me. Cappy is making enemies out of the factory head, the executives, the board members, the shareholders. At this rate they'll bring my tardiness up at the next earnings call and talk about how they are going to cut back on non-productive workers.
Some of my co-workers and I get paid in cash. We work for the same agency. Sometimes the agency agent will give the envelopes with cash to one guy and that guy will give the envelopes to the others. Today I was asked to hand the pay envelopes to two people. I know one guy's name so I could easily find him and give him his pay. I had forgotten the other guy's name so I couldn't take his envelope and give it to him. I know the face because I've seen him around and we take the same bus but I completely forgot the name. The other guy found out that I was the one handing out envelopes and that I didn't have his because I forgot his name. He got really upset and yelled at me. He had kept my envelope last week so I'm sure he thought I would do the same. I genuinely forgot his name. It was an honest mistake. The way he looked at me indicated that he wanted to kick my ass. I haven't seen anger like that in a while. I've clearly made another enemy.


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Captain's Log - Stardate_Tuesday: Sammy told me the higher ups want me to make more panels and if I don't they'll fire me. I'm basically overworked. I have to make replacement panels and corners, I have to install those panels and corners, which someone else is supposed to do, I have to help Dick in the packaging department sort out other panels from the plant because I'm one of the few people who can identify the model of the panel. The plant shouldn't send us these panels to begin with, and I shouldn't be spending time at the packaging department. I would make a penis joke around the words "Dick" and "package" but I'm better than that.
When I joined the factory they told me to "take it easy" "slow down" "work at your pace" "relax", but now they are telling me I'm falling behind while also making me do things that I shouldn't do.
I'm also starting to think that Sammy is lying to me. When he speaks I sense some bullshit. I'm sure they said something about my performance, but did they really say I need to make 10 to 12 panels? Sammy is the kind of guy who would lie about that.
Thankfully I'm getting better at not caring about these things. I don't care what the management thinks about me. I don't care about my supervisor or the other people that I have to work with. This is just a place where I exchange time for money. There's no loyalty. No friends. Just cash. These people are prepared to lie to me and fire me at any moment.
I need to stop expecting people to treat me right at work. This bullshit happens all the time. There was bullshit at the previous factory, bullshit at my greenhouse job and bullshit at my farm job. If I anticipate bullshit I handle it better. Also if I'm not attached to the job I don't have to care about it. If I get fired, I'll just go to another place. This job isn't my life. These people aren't my friends. I need to stop caring about it. All of this drama is making me better at not caring. Once I leave the factory I physically brush myself off. I scrape off all the negative stuff that accumulated during the day and I enjoy the rest of my day. I will not carry that bullshit in my head. I will not let it ruin my day.


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Caplog_Stardate Wednesday: Came to work late and found a broken panel with a note saying I had to repair it. I tried removing the broken part of the panel and replacing it with a new part, but it didn't work. That took about an hour to find out. It was too broken to fix so I had to make an entirely new panel from scratch. The new one had to have the exact same dimensions because the panel has to fit in the hot tub. Making a new one that had the exact same dimensions would take time and I had already lost an hour. There was a delivery truck waiting for it because they had to deliver it to a client and they charge the factory for every minute they wait. Naturally Cappy showed up and fucked everything up, making it take longer than it should. Chris was hanging around my work station as I was making it. He had barely anything to do and was just walking back and forth looking at me working. I could hear Chris whispering under his breath "fuck this guy" and "fucking guy". I can always count on Chris to be the voice of positivity in the room.
The factory owner was told that the delivery guys were angry and charging the company more for being delayed. He just walked up to me, stood beside me and just stared with this look of anger. You should've seen his face. I could feel his hate just stabbing me in the back and slitting my throat. I just pretended to not seem him and kept working, but I felt sick to my stomach. When someone is so mad they don't say anything, they just stare at you and kill you with their eyes, you know you're fucked. Chris was loving every minute of it. That rat bastard was smirking the whole time. I knew I was costing them money by not working fast enough. I was doing everything I could to finish it quickly, but Cappy is just a slow worker. Drops of sweat ran down my face and my hands started to shake a little. I had to take deep breaths to calm down. I guess that's strike one or two, but I know there'll be a strike three and when that happens, I'm out!
I finally finished the panel and had to carry it to the delivery truck outside. They just took it and put it the back of their truck and drove away. That took nearly half the work day to finish. Now I had to go back and finish up my workload by making more panels.
After work I decided to reward myself with a large cup of Pepsi from a gas station that was near the bus stop. I walked to the bench at the stop and sat down. I placed the drink next to me and waited for the bus. I decided not to drink it right then and there and wanted to do it while on the bus. The bus came and I picked up the cup but my thumb accidentally pierced the Styrofoam cup and my Pepsi poured out. The whole thing gushed out of the large puncture hole. There goes Cappy's reward. Talk about no refills. Some wasps smelt the sugar from the soda and flew right to towards the cup. I had some soda on my hand and they started flying around it trying to land. I had to run into the bus but they followed me! I walked to the back of the bus briskly to try and evade them. I kept bumping into people because it was crowded. They must've thought I was an asshole (they weren't entirely wrong) but they didn't know that I was trying to not get stung or bit. I managed to reach the end of the bus and just stood there. The wasps must have gotten confused and landed somewhere. I know they didn't fly out because all the windows were closed. Were they still looking for me? Did they know I was at the back and were they waiting for the right moment to pounce? That whole bus ride I was nervous. Finally reached my next stop and got out safe and sound. What a day.


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