So I may end up repeating myself a bit here, so bear with me...

So everyone knows Ive been waiting on the new job at EA to be a tester. I FINALLY have a starting date. Next monday, a week from today, the 29th. Was fantastic to finally have that. I can't wait

So, I may have mentioned this guy named Blake that's been working at Ivar's since the new management took over. The first day I met him he seemed like a cool guy. Bit rough around the edges, but he seemed to know what he was doing. As I mentioned before, I was disappointed that he replaced Mark, but I adapted, as I often did

It took about a week for me to realize how wrong I was about Blake.

Every shift I've worked since he started, I have spent HALF my time cleaning the fuck up after this guy. Every day, Im prepping behind him, reorganizing goddamn EVERYTHING, and cleaning up the sloppy work he's done. 2 out of every three shifts involved a crisis where I stumbled upon something we were completely out of, or at least something I couldn't find because he can't exercise ANY consistency with where he puts stuff. But again, I adapted. Out the roughly 100 hours of shifts available in the kitchen, I was only working 30, with Blake working 70 or more... And logic dictates that he can't be randomly getting assloads more orders than I do on my shifts and thus cannot do the amount of side work I do, therefore he's either lazing about or just being insanely inefficient, both of which seem equally likely.

It only took a couple of weeks before Chad decided enough was enough and told me he was getting rid of Blake. Not immediately, he wanted to give him a chance to find a new job. Which always seems like a bad idea, since working a job you know you're going to lose really destroys any enthusiasm you have for a job. And since Blake was already kind of doing a shitty job... yeah..

So. This morning, I wake up feeling kind of crummy. Headache, just general slight sicky-ness. I worked 12 hours yesterday (me and blake agreed, since its just me and him working and he shouldnt have to work everyday, that I would work open to close saturday or sunday, which is fair) so Im ready to be off. Blake texts me saying to talk to chad because he's about to quit. Not the best news, but okay. So I call Chad and tell him this. He says that he has at least one new guy ready to come in so we shouldnt have a problem, but I at least need to work tomorrow, possibly another double. Fine, no problem. He also says that today will be Blake's last shift. I might have misunderstood that part, but whatever. Im working tomorrow, we'll go from there.

A little while later Blake calls me. Im like "hokay here we go." Sure enough, he says I can be off Sunday if I work today. Says he pulled something. For a moment Im kind of like "well maybe I could," Then I think well, A) I dont owe this guy fucking anything b) I really dont feel well and have no obligation whatsoever to come in and work and c) if today really is his last shift Im probably not going to be off on Sunday. So I basically just say no. I can tell he's pissed but I honestly dont care. So I hang up with him and get back to trying to get over this headache. Next thing I know he's texting me. A lot. I didnt even understand half of it. I could tell he was flailing, realizing he had lost the upper hand and was now trying to re-establish his dominance.

Here's the thing. If you have an issue, you call me. You don't text me trying to start shit. That says to me you have NO balls. So it just reinforced how much of a piece of shit this guy is. I happily ignored these texts. I ended up giving KB my phone cuz I really just didnt want to deal with it anymore but I also was hoping to get a call from my mom today. This is another thing. Obviously your first thing to do if you want/need to be off, is to call the other person/people who work where you're at and try and get them to come work for you. But if you can't decide before you leave for work that you need to do that, then its not that serious. And if its really that serious, you tell your boss you absolutely cannot work and go to a fucking hospital if there's no other choice. I had to do that, luckily I wasn't actually working at the time. But its a goddamn bar grill. It can close for one freaking day. He's not feeling well, neither am I, who's feeling worse is subjective. I've had to work sick and sore and what not before. Its not fun, but its just how life goes sometimes.

Anyway, this is mostly just me venting, letting you guys know how I'm feeling today. Hopefully tomorrow, Blake will be gone and I wont have to deal with him anymore.