...i should just give up
08.12.05
And he wasn't there.
Wednesday, we'd changed his schedule to come in at 10am instead of 12pm, so I thought that maybe he forgot, or thought that started next week, so I didn't really think anything about it, and went about my morning routine.
Around 10:30am, the MM tells me that Rico no-called no-showed for work yesterday. He didn't show up even though he had lots of appointments, and no one could get ahold of him.
I still hoped that he'd show up at 12pm.
After 12pm, I tried calling him, but couldn't track him down. All the numbers he gave me were for friends, and they all seemed to be interested in his whereabouts as well.
Around 1:30pm, Rico called.
He apologized, gave me a long series of excuses and apologies, and then told me that he couldn't work for me anymore because he was very sick, he was surprised he'd lasted as long as he had (a whole 6 weeks), blah blah blah, that he was going to be going away for a while, and that he'd be in to get his stuff in person the next day, and to talk to me more at that time.
Some people are speculating the the "sick" and "going away for a while" mean he's going into rehab, because some people speculate that he's been high at work before.
I personally think he's going to Crazytown, which is a popular place to be, these days.
If you know that you aren't going to be able to stick out a job, don't even bother applying. All it does is cause stress for who the hell ever is hiring you, because when you cut and run at the last minute, it leaves that person holding the bag and cleaning up the mess.
Like maybe having a bunch of appointments to be rescheduled, and forcing the manager to scramble to get coverage since she's already lost 2 employees, in the last two weeks, and you're making it a 3rd, cutting the salon staff in half.
Dude, I'm boned, and I don't even care.
Why should anything I work at be easy? My working life has been one long string of fuck-ups, so why should this be any different? People take advantage of me, shit on me, and drive me crazy no matter where I am, so hey.
Crazytown is starting to sound a little attractive, although a trip there would totally prevent me from buying a handgun in the future, should I be inclined to do so.
Which would effectively prevent me from going concealed-weapon postal someday at wherever I'm working, you know, when they finally do drive me over the edge.
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As an aside, I was told today by someone that knows someone that knows someone, that Rico was homeless all of last year, and that part of his unreliability was his being forced to couch surf and live out of a suitcase. Apparently, the reason he'd arrive so early to work and stay so ridiculously late, which he still does, was because he didn't have anywhere else to be.
He told me that he got mugged yesterday and lost everything he had except for his id and the money in his pocket -- they took his manbag, which had his day planner, containing all the numbers he needed for everyone, including all of his regular clients, and whatever else he toted around with him from day to day.
That's why I like the Palm. Even if you lose it, you have all that shit downloaded onto your desktop, so you don't really lose the info. Just the means to carry it around with you in a calculator-sized space.
How sad.
If I wasn't irritated, I might even feel bad for the kid.
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