
Just a do-nuthin' project I was messing around with for work.
Mainly at the workplace we usually get push-brooms and crappy plastic shovels to clean snow and ice from our doorways. Virtually worthless stuff if you've ever even experience one Winnipeg winter, so I often just obtain a good old-fashioned Corn Broom and Steel Shovels and Scrapers and give them a receipt so I can reimburse me for the cost. Because I'd rather have the right tools to do it right than struggle with the wrong tools.
Well... during the pandemic shutdown our boss uncharacteristically cleverly decided to get long-overdue renovations done while no one was in the hotel.
He found some guys, brought them in and they would gut and renovate each floor in turn.
Thing was that each room had floor tiles in their bathrooms and when they just smashed them to rip them up... they didn't bother to bring their own shovels... and begged one from the boss and he promptly handed over the Steel one I had bought. (My family raised an eyebrow when I informed them of this and they told me, "If a tradesman needs to borrow tools off of you to do the job they claim they know how to do, they're not good at their jobs.")
Needless to say, said shovel was never seen again. I had prior to all of this painted the blade a bright green to match our company logo and keep guest who might borrow it to dig themselves out of a blizzard-drop in the parking lot from taking it home by accident... yet it vanished all the same, in spite of me asking for it to be returned.
So this year I am making certain such a repeat will not occur.
Ho Ho Ho. Santa Says you were naughty, so you get the fancy-pants snow-clearing gear.
Mainly at the workplace we usually get push-brooms and crappy plastic shovels to clean snow and ice from our doorways. Virtually worthless stuff if you've ever even experience one Winnipeg winter, so I often just obtain a good old-fashioned Corn Broom and Steel Shovels and Scrapers and give them a receipt so I can reimburse me for the cost. Because I'd rather have the right tools to do it right than struggle with the wrong tools.
Well... during the pandemic shutdown our boss uncharacteristically cleverly decided to get long-overdue renovations done while no one was in the hotel.
He found some guys, brought them in and they would gut and renovate each floor in turn.
Thing was that each room had floor tiles in their bathrooms and when they just smashed them to rip them up... they didn't bother to bring their own shovels... and begged one from the boss and he promptly handed over the Steel one I had bought. (My family raised an eyebrow when I informed them of this and they told me, "If a tradesman needs to borrow tools off of you to do the job they claim they know how to do, they're not good at their jobs.")
Needless to say, said shovel was never seen again. I had prior to all of this painted the blade a bright green to match our company logo and keep guest who might borrow it to dig themselves out of a blizzard-drop in the parking lot from taking it home by accident... yet it vanished all the same, in spite of me asking for it to be returned.
So this year I am making certain such a repeat will not occur.
Ho Ho Ho. Santa Says you were naughty, so you get the fancy-pants snow-clearing gear.
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I worked security for two months at the distribution center of a national furniture chain. Truck drivers always stopped and 'borrowed' our tools; we lost three bolt cutters universal keys in that time. I spray-painted the fourth one bright blue and lettered "STOLEN FROM B**'S SECURITY" on the handles. That was five years ago. A friend who still works there says I need to stop by and repaint them; they're getting worn.
Heh... That's pretty funny! I worked as a QC clerk for a company that manufactured aircraft engine parts and gas turbine parts. Since the machinists were constantly going through rags due to the nature of their jobs, the company used rags of recycled linens instead of using a laundry supply service because of cost. Those linen rags consisted mostly of ex-flannel pajamas. Sometimes ex-WOMEN'S flannel pajamas. You wouldn't believe how many times these guys were reminded that pink rags were still rags to use, so use them because they ain't getting any of those higher-priced (and mono-coloured white or blue) first generation cotton rags. Toxic masculinity can make you stupid as well as unintentionally funny.
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