Roger63
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Greed is the killer of all things good.
Yep. If you ever want to see the true character in a person, observe how they treat the wait staff in a restaurant.Some of this has to do with a person’s internal fears. Some like to lead by using it treating their people like **** and others are just good sorts of people usually having some self-confidence and even instilling it in others. I can say from recollecting bosses I had over the years. The fear-ridden sorts tend to be more incompetent and are ever-scared their weaknesses will be identified. They tend to keep their lips on any asses from above they think will protect them and help them aspire. And sadly, I’ve seen this work with a few box a rocks dimwits. People that treat others like crap such as being a **** wad to waitresses and their spouses do so IMO cuz they have fear demons they’re unable to handle.
As much as that may have helped you....that's gotta be a rough way to live, my friend.With age comes wisdom. Fortunately, for me, I acquired a very high level of cynicism at a young age. Time has proven me right.
Not just there but every where. Grandson was helping grandma paint on on of our jobs. For some reason the next day grandma could not make it. That day when we got to the job he was told he was to fix grandma's screwups. Never had to do one of his jobs over again after that. But guess that was how we all learn.I was truly fortunate to have the boss that I started with 21 years ago. Previous to this I worked in the oil patch where they worked you like a slave and treated you like an animal. Some were animals, I have to admit.
Up here government jobs are hard core affirmative action. Hard core.
My department had hired every aboriginal painter around. None were any good. As a last resort, they try a white guy, me. They tell me up front that as a white guy they can’t give me a “real” job, just casual. That’s fine.
I show up for work the first day, and my boss sends me to finish up a job that four other guys were on. It’s a school. I go into the kitchen, and it’s a complete gong show. Half done, shitty workmanship, there were even paint footprints where they had stepped in paint and then walked on the counter tops. They had spent the days smoking pot and driving around the reserve in the government truck trying to pick up girls.
I immediately go back to my boss and tell him if this is the sort of work that he expects from me that they should find another guy, I’m not it.
He says that he had no idea that it was that bad, to do the best work that I was capable of, and that he would back me up. Twenty one years later I am still there. That boss died suddenly but subsequent bosses have followed his lead.
Because I have integrity they trust me completely. I have complete autonomy to do what I want. Nobody checks on me or bothers me. My mandate is to find stuff to paint and paint it. I do. My personal rules are: that you don’t have to work hard, but you do have to work. Don’t steal ****. Do a good job.
Three simple rules, but apparently beyond the abilities of many up here.
My wife was one of those staff members for years. We know about all our waiters by name and most of the cooks. They know who we are when we come threw the door, what we want to drink and pretty much what will be ordered. We always leave a tip no matter the service.Yep. If you ever want to see the true character in a person, observe how they treat the wait staff in a restaurant.
There ya go.Yep. If you ever want to see the true character in a person, observe how they treat the wait staff in a restaurant
Retail too. I'd like to think I treated the five guys I worked with fairly. All but one quit within a couple of weeks of me being fired. I did everything I could to not just sit at my desk and bark orders. I told my guys there was nothing I would ask them to do that I wouldn't do myself. Some said I was a good manager for doing this, others said I was a pushover for not being a dick like a typical boss. I dunno, I did the best I could, and slept with a clear conscious.
The more relatives you ACQUIRE.Money is relative.
The more money you have the more relatives you have.
Their job they can fix it. It is called the learning process. Their sales and probably salary. Yep let them suck it up.There ya go.
That's still true in what I do to this day - the younger fellas that go out and do what we do, what I usually
have sold/arranged to be done, know that I won't sell anything I won't do myself.
They also know if they half-*** it, there will be a "go-back" - and I'll probably be the one doing the going back
and it won't reflect well on them if I do.
If it's a repair job, I need to go see what they've done (or not done) in order to determine what they WILL be doingTheir job they can fix it. It is called the learning process. Their sales and probably salary. Yep let them suck it up.
Thought they were called salesman. But yes been there and coped with the aftermath for years.If it's a repair job, I need to go see what they've done (or not done) in order to determine what they WILL be doing
when they go back, yes.
If it's an inspection, if I'm being called into it they've either a)omitted something (or done what we call a "drive-by
inspection") or b)upset the customer somehow, in which case I have to go "smooth" things and see for myself
if it was ours or simply an incorrect or unreasonable customer.
All good hereAs much as that may have helped you....that's gotta be a rough way to live, my friend.
I show up for work the first day, and my boss sends me to finish up a job that four other guys were on. It’s a school. I go into the kitchen, and it’s a complete gong show. Half done, shitty workmanship, there were even paint footprints where they had stepped in paint and then walked on the counter tops.