I need to tell you what happened today, so you can see that things need to change. My patience with this job is fading fast.
At about 4 PM today, I was working on a Ziger Snead job. Darryl was scanning. Jimmie was on line 7. Eric and David were binding. Alex was upstairs. Well, line 5 started ringing. It rang about 5 times before it annoyed me enough to answer it. I went to sit down on the chair by Alex's computer and pick up the phone. Well, the chair broke, I fell on the floor, and the phone went flying. Eric and David both started laughing at me and Darryl said, "I told y'all there was something wrong with that chair." Of course, he never told me and, of course, no one came to help me up. So, I pick myself back up, grab the phone, apologize to the person and try to find out why he's calling. Well, I can't hear much of what he said because Eric, David, and Darryl were talking so loud. So, I cover up the mouthpiece and say, "Will you shut up?! I'm talking to the client, here." Just as I said that, Alex came up to me and kicked me in the back of my knee, causing me to fall. He apparently thought this was funny. After apologizing again to the client, I finally found out what he wanted. Of course, I had no idea what he was talking about, so I asked around. No one was listening to me, so I asked the guy to give me his number, I'd investigate it, and I'd call him back. Well, I asked around. Still, no one had any idea what was going on. So, I go to call the guy back. He's with New City Partners, which is out-of-state. I dial the number, but I forgot to dial the 1 first. As I hang up, Alex says, "Did you dial a 1 first?" I said, "No." He says, "You know you've got to dial a 1 first." He said it like I was 5 years old and didn't know anything. At that point, I hung up the phone and said, "You call him, then." He said, "What? Can't you take a joke?" Apparently, he thinks it's a joke when he treats people like dirt. Well, anyway, I ended up calling the client back. I told him I had no clue what was going on and he's have to resend his job. At this point, Alex pipes up and says, "Wait a minute. New City Partners? Jimmie, isn't that the one you were waiting on?" Jimmie, who had just gotten off the phone, said it was, and Alex says, "I'll take it." So I hand the phone to him.
First, I should never have had to answer that phone when Darryl and Alex were free to answer it. Second, the guys get way too loud back there and, frankly, I'm tired of it. Third, Alex should never have kicked me. Fourth, Alex always gets angry when other people are interrupting him on the phone, and yet, he decides it's okay to kick me in the knee while I'm talking to a client. Fifth, I am sick of Alex's attitude. He is not my boss, he is not superior to me, and he doesn't need to treat me like pond scum. Sixth, had Alex been at the computer, he would have answered the phone and would have figured out it pertained to him in the first place.
I'm letting you know that my patience is wearing thin. If nothing changes, when I write to you next, and it will be soon, I will be giving my two weeks' notice. I cannot deal with the stupidity in this company much longer.
Michael James Moore