Old School post tonight for my readers that like hearing me complain about work.
Frankenstein is a widget maker that just kind of misses the concept of real life. He hears terms like Workers Comp or FMLA and decides that all of them apply to him.
So I get a voicemail from him saying this... "Uh... VHRG... this is Frankenstein. My (something inaudible, sounded like "mom") had to go to the hospital and I had to take her. Put this on my FMLA."
Something you should know... Frankenstein has no FMLA. It expired six months ago for a temporary condition.
I gave him the FMLA paperwork and said he's got two weeks to get it back to me. Two weeks... nothing. Three weeks... nothing. I tell SuperHippie I'm firing him, he told me to wait and let him have a pass at Frankenstein.
The next morning, Frankstein came into my office...
Frankstein: "Fire... BURN!"
(sorry, that isn't what he said, I just wanted to see what it looks like in print)
Frankstein: "Hey, you got that FMLA papers?"
VHRG: "What happened to the paperwork that I gave you the last time?"
(instead of answering the question, Frankstein opted to stare at me while breathing through his mouth)
VHRG: (after printing out the papers) "Listen, this isn't me being an a$$hole. This is me doing my due diligence to make sure that you are allowed to take the leave."
Frankenstein: "K"
I hand him the paperwork.
Ten days later, I get it back and read halfway down the page, "Relationship of family member to employee: girlfriend."
Girlfriend.
GIRLFRIEND.
Not wife, mom, child, niece, nephew (en loco parentes). GIRL-F*CKING-FRIEND!!!!
Now, checking with our attendance policy, I noticed that I could fire him. Checking with our attorney, I was told that he could plead moron and win his old job back.
Ignorance of the law is now excuse for outside of work. Inside of work, you can be a complete idiot, moron sh!thead, and nothing bad happens to you?
F*ck it! I'm firing him tomorrow.
Monday, June 29, 2009
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Lol - I bet that will feel awesome
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