When They’ve Had Enough Of Their Ship
I’m in the lobby of a lodge at Fort Baker, the north end of the Golden Gate Bridge. My coworker is working night audit, and I’m getting ready to head home to sleep. A guest calls the front desk, and my coworker answers:
Guest: “You need to turn off the fog horns! It’s disturbing my sleep!”
Coworker: “Ma’am, you do realize the fog horns are there as a safety feature, to warn ships of potentially life-threatening hazards?”
Guest: “And? What of it?”
Coworker: “Oh, I’m just checking how to file your request as the two options are extremely entitled, or just plain stupid, and it looks like we’re going with the former.”
I laughed at my coworker’s response, but I also got worried for him. I went home and came back to work the next day.
Me: “Where’s [Coworker]?”
Manager: “He quit! He finished his shift last night and said ‘adios’!”
Me: “Ah… so that’s why.”
Manager: “Why what?”
Me: “…Nothing.”
If the guest didn’t complain and the manager didn’t know, I didn’t want to say anything, but it must have been a fun shift for [Coworker] finally being able to speak his mind without consequences!
