Bad Work Equals Bad Results. This Isn’t Hard.
I work on a moving assembly line. It’s simple work, it’s boring, and the money isn’t great, but after working in so many companies that have fallen over, it gives me peace of mind to have security at work.
A job goes up on the board for more work but a bit more money. I talk with the manager and he lets me know that they are looking for people who want to “step up” and that this is a good way to show that.
I apply and get the job; I’m told no one else applied. I get on really well but get crap from some of the guys. One guy goes beyond banter and seems to have a real problem with me.
Me: “All right. You got your part tally sheets?”
Coworker: “What?”
Me: “The sheet you fill in to show how many parts you’ve done.”
Coworker: “I didn’t do it. If they want to know how many parts I make, they can come and count them.”
Me: “Err… okay.”
I mark “not done” on my sheet.
Coworker: “What? Are you going to run and tell them?”
Me: “Well, no, but I have to put something down or my numbers will be off.”
Coworker: “Little suck up, you’ve changed. You think yourself all high and mighty.”
Me: “I’m doing my job, mate. You don’t want to do yours? Fine. But I’m not getting crap because of it.”
He swears at me for a bit.
Coworker: “I could have done your job, but I’m not a suck-up, ratting people out.”
Me: “I thought it was because you could barely count without using your fingers.”
That wasn’t the smartest response but I felt good about it. I noticed he wasn’t in the rest of the week. Someone had heard him threatening me behind my back, so they called him into the office, where he threatened the manager, who sacked him.
I tried to go back to my old job, but they convinced me to stay. A year later, they said I had really shown extra effort and offered me another promotion. I never heard from [Coworker] again.