Guess What, I'm Not Feeling Charitable
I need to complain about this dude I sometimes have to work with. He's kind of a "regular" per diem worker at one of the group homes I work at. The collective evidence noted both today and on previous occasions forces me to draw one unavoidable conclusion: he's such a total fucktard.
The over-arching theme or quality that so frustrates me: Laziness. Of thought. Of action. Both are bad. I haven't decided yet which is worse. My first WTF moment with him came one day as I passed through the living room at the home and noticed that Jerry Springer was on. I didn't pay this much mind, assuming that it was a blip in someone's channel surfing. Several minutes later I passed through again, Jerry Springer is still on, and this ass-clown, along with several residents, is sitting there, transfixed by some white trash slut-fest fight.
In the crisis plan (a brief document describing the clinical diagnosis, warning signs, triggers etc. of a client) for two of the residents who were in the room when Jer-ry! was on, it states not only explicitly but repeatedly, and I paraphrase: Triggers for so-and-so include films and television shows with violent or sexual content and should be avoided. Since both of the residents I refer to have issues with anger management and are both technically sex offenders, one can understand the admonition to avoid violent, angry, or sexual content. As I said, this information is spelled out in black and white in their crisis plan, a simple document that everyone who works with these clients needs to read in order to, um, understand their behavior better and also to help them adopt healthier behaviors.
Are you picking up what I'm laying down here? What kind of bonehead would allow fucking Jerry Springer to stay on the tele for longer than 2 seconds with these guys in the room? The lazy, lazy fuck just felt like watching Jerry Springer. And he either didn't read their crisis plans, ever, OR he did, and either a. his mind is a fucking sieve, or b. he really, really doesn't care to think past his own impulsive desires.
Then today, he was making breakfast for the guys, cooking eggs on an electric skillet. I can forgive him for his inexperience with using one of those things, however, when the entire bottom floor of the house starts to fill up with a smoky haze, at some point, do you think you would take note of that? Perhaps also make a note of the burning butter turning all of the eggs brown? Grease is dripping off the skillet and onto the stove, so he wads up some paper towels and shoves them under the hot electric skillet to soak it up. And leaves them there as he continues to cook. Yuh, grease-soaked rags under a hot skillet. Mmmhmm.
The kicker in all of this is that later I see him "cleaning up" the stove area, in fact I see that he has lifted the burners off and removed this sort of shield/tray thing that they rest upon (it's a gas stove), so I'm thinking, well, good for him, cleaning the stove. Eventually I'm making lunch for the guys. I took out some stuff that looked like turkey and was sniffing it to make sure it was okay, and asked if he knew anything about it. He informed me it was only purchased yesterday. I said good, I'm going to make grilled cheese with turkey. He watches me buttering bread and laughingly mutters something to the effect of, "Oh, you might think it matters how you make it or present it, but they don't care." In other words, don't make me look bad by preparing a nice meal. Am I right? I am right. I should've said, "Oh, maybe we can try feeding them from a trough next time, since they don't care, right?" Fucker.
But back to the kicker - so after lunch when I start to clean up, I notice plenty of debris and grease that I know for a fact did not come from my lunch prep. I start to clean the stove, and decide to lift up the same tray I saw him industriously fucking around with earlier. The tray itself, and the stove top underneath were a complete mess. What was this guy doing all morning when he could have actually been cleaning instead of pretending to be? Well, I can tell you. He was watching TV. Oh, BUT!!! He was "hanging out" with the guys! Not talking. More or less staring. Just writing about his ass is exhausting me. I was hesitant to harsh on him as much as I did here, but you know what, if he was making honest mistakes and wasn't just fucking coasting while getting paid the same as me I really wouldn't care. But it's this simple: he's lazy and careless. If that makes me a judgemental jerk, I just can't say I care. Goodnight.
The over-arching theme or quality that so frustrates me: Laziness. Of thought. Of action. Both are bad. I haven't decided yet which is worse. My first WTF moment with him came one day as I passed through the living room at the home and noticed that Jerry Springer was on. I didn't pay this much mind, assuming that it was a blip in someone's channel surfing. Several minutes later I passed through again, Jerry Springer is still on, and this ass-clown, along with several residents, is sitting there, transfixed by some white trash slut-fest fight.
In the crisis plan (a brief document describing the clinical diagnosis, warning signs, triggers etc. of a client) for two of the residents who were in the room when Jer-ry! was on, it states not only explicitly but repeatedly, and I paraphrase: Triggers for so-and-so include films and television shows with violent or sexual content and should be avoided. Since both of the residents I refer to have issues with anger management and are both technically sex offenders, one can understand the admonition to avoid violent, angry, or sexual content. As I said, this information is spelled out in black and white in their crisis plan, a simple document that everyone who works with these clients needs to read in order to, um, understand their behavior better and also to help them adopt healthier behaviors.
Are you picking up what I'm laying down here? What kind of bonehead would allow fucking Jerry Springer to stay on the tele for longer than 2 seconds with these guys in the room? The lazy, lazy fuck just felt like watching Jerry Springer. And he either didn't read their crisis plans, ever, OR he did, and either a. his mind is a fucking sieve, or b. he really, really doesn't care to think past his own impulsive desires.
Then today, he was making breakfast for the guys, cooking eggs on an electric skillet. I can forgive him for his inexperience with using one of those things, however, when the entire bottom floor of the house starts to fill up with a smoky haze, at some point, do you think you would take note of that? Perhaps also make a note of the burning butter turning all of the eggs brown? Grease is dripping off the skillet and onto the stove, so he wads up some paper towels and shoves them under the hot electric skillet to soak it up. And leaves them there as he continues to cook. Yuh, grease-soaked rags under a hot skillet. Mmmhmm.
The kicker in all of this is that later I see him "cleaning up" the stove area, in fact I see that he has lifted the burners off and removed this sort of shield/tray thing that they rest upon (it's a gas stove), so I'm thinking, well, good for him, cleaning the stove. Eventually I'm making lunch for the guys. I took out some stuff that looked like turkey and was sniffing it to make sure it was okay, and asked if he knew anything about it. He informed me it was only purchased yesterday. I said good, I'm going to make grilled cheese with turkey. He watches me buttering bread and laughingly mutters something to the effect of, "Oh, you might think it matters how you make it or present it, but they don't care." In other words, don't make me look bad by preparing a nice meal. Am I right? I am right. I should've said, "Oh, maybe we can try feeding them from a trough next time, since they don't care, right?" Fucker.
But back to the kicker - so after lunch when I start to clean up, I notice plenty of debris and grease that I know for a fact did not come from my lunch prep. I start to clean the stove, and decide to lift up the same tray I saw him industriously fucking around with earlier. The tray itself, and the stove top underneath were a complete mess. What was this guy doing all morning when he could have actually been cleaning instead of pretending to be? Well, I can tell you. He was watching TV. Oh, BUT!!! He was "hanging out" with the guys! Not talking. More or less staring. Just writing about his ass is exhausting me. I was hesitant to harsh on him as much as I did here, but you know what, if he was making honest mistakes and wasn't just fucking coasting while getting paid the same as me I really wouldn't care. But it's this simple: he's lazy and careless. If that makes me a judgemental jerk, I just can't say I care. Goodnight.
posted by Black Egg at 9:50 PM
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