The Documentation of an ASSHOLE who happens to be my Supervisor.
You see this guy? His knuckles drag the ground when he walks, a big gay caveman's relative, a sasquatch, a greasy bastard, with lousy social skills. If you are familiar with the Grudge Listings, this is Dillard Providence, a candidate, and heavy favorite for one of the Grudge Lists, I'd bet on the Permanent one myself. Seeing that he isn't on the list yet, and the potential for future job related problems exist dealing with this ASSHOLE, I feel I should chronicle the daily abuse and harrassment that this cocksucker dishes out. Dishes it out but gets all butt-hurt when you retaliate verbally, what a jackass he is, he threatens you with a write-up. I'm supposed to stand there and take it? Go ahead and write me up, this guy doesn't know just who the hell he's fuckin with. Anyway, during the course of these documentations I will be taking the opportunity to quote excerpts from his biography (in blue text)wherever applicable.
A weekly summary will be posted each Friday.
The Weekly Summary for 04.10.06 thru 04.13.06
It's more of the same from Dill. Tuesday he even delivers a veiled threat of sorts, but it totally backfired. One of the Babbit room workers got a weeks suspension for "disrespecting" his supervisor. I told Dill that's all good and well as long as the supervisor didn't "disrespect" the employee first. I told him I kept the sticky note he wrote back in Sep 05, the note where he called me a dummy. He denied it and wanted me to produce the note. I'm not showing him the note, its at home anyway. I should've told him if anyones going to see the note, it'll be Lodge, the plant manager, because that's the fact jack, and if the subject ever comes up again, that's what I'll tell him.
Raif was sick Wednesday and Thursday, (my ride) I got to sleep in and go to work an hour late both days but still put in my ten, I just stayed an hour later. Lodge set that up for me, I wish I could keep those hours, havin a whole hour working with Dill gone at the end of the day was heaven, two days no less.
I did have a little hiccup this week. I didn't just shatter a compound, I pulverized it, Some kind of disciplinary action might be pursued but I doubt it. I'll ask Dill why he threw his head up in the air and laughed when he saw I was having trouble. This was moments before the event.
He has me take loose pieces of the wood that comes with the pallets and put it on his desk. He's always hunting wood for his stove at home, he collects the wood from work. He's too scared to go into the woods near his house to collect kindling. He's scared to death of getting raped by the bear again, the bear that has been stalking him since he was a teen. A countless number of sexual assaults on Dill, perpetrated by a psychotic, and sexually charged circus bear. It's all quite fantastic, but it's all in his biography
(23Mar06) Dillard continues on his campaign of verbal assaults this morning. At lunch I get a perfect opportunity to retaliate. Dills at the lunch truck waiting for his order, I'm paying for mine already and talking to the cashier guy. The cashier gets to talking about "sesos" (spanish for brains) then he says, "everybody needs brains", he points to Dillard and asks, "Does he need brains?". I don't miss a beat and say, "A baboon had to die so that man could have a brain." Guess what, Dill didn't like it too much and after lunch levied another threat. I asked him how he liked it, and now maybe he knows how I feel. He went on the defensive and tried to clean it up by saying his is harmless teasing among co-workers. That's bullshit, this time I out and out told him I'm more than close to filing a harrasment claim against him.
We'll see how it goes next week. One things for sure, my timely barb hit him hard, and in front of a few people who enjoyed a hearty laugh, pissed him off so much he told me never to talk to him outside. Is that a threat, what's he gonna do, kick my ass? I'm not tellin anybody anything about him that isn't commonly accepted as truth anyway. It's all in his biography.
(15Mar06) First thing this morning the son of a bitch starts in when I tell him I'm ready to put a roll of steel on the spooler so I can finish this expedite run. What does he tell me, "You are low priority, you are worthless, I'll get to you after everything important is done." His little "tea bag" Glean is around and comes runnin, but I've had enough. I don't say anything to Dill though, at break I let Clave know that it if continues, I'll file a complaint with the state, I've already made a doctors appointment to change my medication because much more of this and I'm subject to have a mental breakdown of some fasion. I tell Clave because I know it'll get back to Dill without me having to tell him myself.
Guess what, he may have gotten the message because the next time I see Dillard it's all business. No insults or derogatory comments. This threat of mine is quite unlike Dillard's threat of a write-up. Whereas his threat is all hot air, (He knows I have that blue notebook I've been making notations in.) my threat is for motherfuckin' real boy. I'd be more than happy to write a draft. Hell, I might even give the plant manager Lodge a copy. Let's hope this gets through Dill's thick skull to his baboon brain.
(14Mar06) I get a large order today, 30,000 shims. That's a 3 and 1/4 hour run. To top it off it's an expedite. I clear the abrader to get it ready for the 30,000 that are on the way. It's taking nearly all day to abrade shims that have the same specs, Seeing that it,s going to take a little while to abrade them, I want to make sure I can put at least half of them in the abrader, I really don't want to ask Dill for any advice and suffer his put downs, but I grudgingly go over, and even before I get there he's putting his head in his hands. He doesn't even know the answer when I ask, he can't tell me what the capacity of the machine is. I tell him the abrader should handle half the order at least. "Then put half in stupid". I let it slide, I don't feel like exchanging pleasantries with the neandrathal today.
(08Mar06) Dillard is back in his usual form this week taking every shot he can to belittle and insult me at my work. To make matters worse I crack open two compounds punching an order of 16 gauge heat treated shims. I went to Clave in the tool and die department, showed him a couple of shims before I started the run. I want to make sure I'm not punching the numbers too deep into the shims. He says, "They should be alright." Well, I'm a thousand parts into the run when I hear a loud pop. Cracked the compound, fuckin' Clave's now sayin' he told me to ask Dill about the number depth. Fuck it. Luckily, there's another compound, so I pull the cracked tooling and replace it, all under Clave's watchful eye this time. Clave leaves, the replacement compound cracks open. They'll figure out some way to pin this one on me too. Bullshit. But there is a brightside to the day, I found out that Dill is taking tomorrow off to attend a four day seminar on "How to say no to Butt-Rape and mean it". It seems that Dillard has many times throughout his life, been the victim of unwanted homosexual advances. Advances that usaually wind up with Dill's ass being brutally pounded by some barbarian or another. Not to mention the various animals attracted by his 1/2 Sasquatch gene pool.
Dill's going to have his "little tea bag" Glean and the "undercover hillbilly homo" Ricky report on my activities tomorrow. I even asked him if he's going to have his "girlfriends" watch me tomorrow. I tell him to have a nice weekend, he says..."Don't ever wish me a happy anything." Poor fucker.
(Summary:20Feb06-23Feb06) Dill's verbal abuse has dramatically subsided this week. Very unusual. It's a sad state of affairs when it becomes "normal" to accept and endure verbal harrassment and abuse, and harmonious interaction with your supervisor is somehow foriegn. I've been advised to call his bluff, (by loud mouthed shit disturbing Clave no less). That's some fucked up advise. I could go to Lodge and make a complaint, schedule some sort of sit down. I could even ramp it up and file a harrassment claim. But I got more bills comin' and I need this job here. Plus, I believe I hold the better hand anyway, and I don't mind raising the stakes, after all, if you're the one bluffing you don't want to call, you want everybody else to fold before you show a hand full of nothing. And I'm ready to show my hand anytime, all Dill's gotta do is write me up. Dill's seen my little notebook, and I made sure he saw me writing in it. I even read him some of the entries detailing exactly what he said, and when he said it. He told me to, "get rid of it". I'm sure he'd like that. But that's what I'll be reading from if we ever have to go to Lodges office.
Dill left early again Wednesday, how many gay rape victim support groups does he have to attend anyway. Before he left, he again let me know people are watching me. Again, I set a trap of sorts, I made sure little kiss ass Glean and Ricky the undercover homo saw me sitting at the desk doing paperwork. I leaned back in the chair and folded my hands behind my head, you know, all relaxed like. Guess what, Thursday morning Dill tells me two people told him I was sitting down at the desk, doing nothing. This could really piss me off if I let it. I confronted them both telling them it was ok, that they should just be a man and admit it. They both "did'nt know anything about it. If I see either of them outside of work, they better hope they see me first, or they'll be comin' to work talkin' about, "somebody clubbed me on the head" (for entertainment purposes only).
(16Feb06) Danny is back, and it's a good thing because the shim abrader resevior overflowed, and he helped me mop it up. Dill just stood there telling me how they have to do all my work. Then he went to the desk, I was mopping up some water nearby and looked over at him. He was sitting there drooling on the desk, I could hardly believe it. But it all makes sense when you consider that he actually has a baboon brain. That would explain a lot of his behavior. It was a medical breakthrough according to his biography.
(15Feb06) Danny is still sick, so Dill dosn't have the time to give me his brand of positive workplace reinforcement. He does call me over to move up parts from the steam oven. I reload the oven and tell him I don't feel well. He says, "I don't care if you die, I would rejoice, and have a party". A gay cowboy daisy chain party I imagine.
(09Feb06) I'm having a little problem with the spooler this morning, it's allowing too much of the metal to uncoil. That little suck-up Glean is in the area and takes a look at it. Dills standing next to me looking stupid when Glean motions with his hand. I start to come over but he waves me off. He wants Dill. I'm the fuckin' operator of this machine, and I'm not going to let that little ass kisser make me look bad so I barge on over. Glean hurries up and tries to fix the spooler arm with a cheater bar, (the arm is slightly bent) what a little bitch this guy is, he bends it even further and I end up fixing it. I don't normally use this "for entertainment purposes only" work blog of mine to discuss, and or document, any other individual than the motherfucker who makes my work-life miserable, you know, my supervisor, but I've got to put this little brown noser Glean in check, and include him in today's observations. Glean makes no bones about letting everybody know he is a convicted felon, and served time in a penitentary. The way he runs to suck supervisory cock leads one to believe that he was most certainly someones punk in the joint. I'd be suprised if Dill's not tea-bagging the little Barney Rubble look-alike.
(07Feb06) Dill leaves early again. I hear tell he won the company's urinalisis lottery, they should give that ugly bastard a DNA test and prove beyond a doubt that he's only half human, listen to this account I read in his biography. It has been well documented that Dill's father had a penchant for blow-up dolls. He would spend the majority of his time hanging out at the porno stores, in the video booths, with his blow up doll in oral mode.
As a result of this, his mother quite often suffered severe sexual frustration, and began to sleep around. She herself claims to have had an affair with a North American Sasquatch, and that Dill was the mistake results of wild Sasquatch sex parties.
(02Feb06) The powdered metal department is pushing more parts than the single sinter oven can handle. That means Dill has a lot of time to come over and run his mouth, and speaking of Dill's mouth, I read this in his biography
The very first time she saw him gently cradling a turd from a public toilet, Dillbarts mother knew he had a special talent as a turd whisperer. A lesser-known category of whispering practiced among backwood hillbillies. Neighbors would bring their turds over to his house, then have him interpret the steaming doo-doo. He was quite good at identifying peanut content, and as a bonus was allowed to pick them out and eat them. After whispering to a particularly large turd, he would polish it, very much like an apple, and add it to his collection. On the whole his turd whisperings did not meet with much financial success. After he had fondled every turd in town, he did not get many more customers, and became known as somewhat of an oddity. Dill is said to have given up the practice, but still gargles with his own ass water. So Dill comes over and not only stands around insulting me all day, but has me put 5000 more shims in the abrader, along with the 5,000 that are already in there abrading. The abrader can handle the load, no problem, but the numbers were nearly worn off the 5,000 that were already there to begin with, and by the time the newly added shims are ready, half the lot will have no numbers. I hope it happens, I can't wait to see the dumb ass bastard have to go to Lodges office again.
(01Feb06) No heat from the plant manager at all, (though he did not give me my check in person, he had Dill do it, don't hate the player Mr Lodge.) how can I be at fault anyway when I follow the set proceedures. Dill had to answer though. I heard all about it from my source. He must've looked fairly stupid not being able to say anything but "I don't know" when asked what happened. It was the coolant, or to be more precise, the lack of it. There have been problems with the coolant pump before, problems that I had to take to Dave after Dill fucked it up trying to fix it earlier. That dumbass has been told to put a work order in to fix the pump, and didn't do it (wonder if Lodge knows this). Well maybe now the retard will get it fixed.
(31Jan06) Another compound shatters today. I just got the press itself back yesterday afternoon and now this. Not normally that big of a problem when a compound breaks, (unless you crashed the ram into it) you send the bad compound for retooling and move on to the next job. That's good and well but I'm 1/2 way through a 15,000 part lot of shims that the plant manager Lodge marked expedite. I've been flying under the radar more or less as this has happened a couple times before but it will interesting to see what happens tomorrow when Lodge returns. There was no back-up tooling for this job and it's going to be at least a week before the new compound is ready. Lodge himself gave me the work order after he scrawled EXPEDITE in big bold letters over the top of it. I'm sure to have some explaining to do come morning. Dill's probably shitting his pants, he's scared to death of Lodge. When I found out there was no extra tooling I went to Dill and told him there was good news, and bad news. The bad news being that there was no replacement tooling for the job, but for the good news...Lodge is gone until tomorrow and Dill won't have to face him until then. Dill would be shitting his pants but his ass is molded shut, he never uses toilet paper, he never wipes his ass. I know this for a fact. I was pissing in one of the restroom stalls the other day, and I noticed there wasn't any TP. Glad I did'nt have to shit, I zipped up and left. Get this, Dill went in the same stall, Dill was in there and fouled the place so bad everybody ran out gagging. For some reason Dill keeps an unused roll of toilet paper in his desk, I look in there every day and it's still there, untouched. The dung beetles must have a hell of a time crawling out of his crusty ass. According to Dillard's Biography His mother would shove dung beetles up young Dillard's ass whenever he was constipated, the bugs would ball up the shit and roll it right out. Dill eventually became quite fond of the dung beetles as they worked and played in his big gay ass. So fond of them in fact that he painted, and numbered them, there were so many he could not name them normally and had to number them all.
(26Jan06) Dill left early today,(he had to attend a gay cowboy support group to discuss the time he was butt-raped by a herd of buffalo) before he left he threatened me with a write-up monday if he hears that I went outside. I told him "why don't you just fire me right fuckin' now." He said, and I quote, "I want to make you miserable" You know what?, FUCK HIM, fuck him like that herd of buffalo did. He thinks I don't know who his snitches and bitches are. It's common knowledge that you don't tell Dave anything you don't want spread around, but I've identified additional personnel using my own method of disinformation, shit I told Ricky, and only Ricky, some fake reasons I was coming up with to be outside, it all got back to Dill. And don't think I don't have my own ear into the supervisory realm. Only the most senior supervisor in the entire plant, shhhhhhhh. This source has brought Glean to my attention. (you know the guy who if he dyed his hair blonde he'd be a dead ringer for Barney Rubble) Glean is a plantwide suck-up in general, but in this instance is directly linked to my tormentor.
Oddly enough Dill's mother commissioned an artist to sculpt a commemorative statue of Dill depicting the seconds before he was butt-raped by the buffalo.
(25Jan06) The shim press goes down this morning. I've tried telling dumb ass Dill that something was wrong with it for days. I've tried telling Clave. Everybody thinks that I've got something set up wrong or too tight. It's that old case of something wrong with, say, your car, but when you take it to the mechanic, the noise or whatever isn't happening anymore. Well the motherfuckers were all over it today before they finally admitted the fuckin' thing was broke. Dill and Clave looking very much like monkeys fucking a football. Parts wear out, they'll probably never listen to me though. It makes them feel smart to discover this shit for themselves. Fuck it, let em.
(24Jan06) Dill is beginning to power trip hard. The large vehicle access door is open this morning,I step outside, I don't see anybody else out there, it's goddam cold and I want to close it. Do I know that Dill's right on my ass? I tell the son of a bitch if he waited 5 min he could've caught me smoking a cigarette. Man, I do believe the gullable bastard ran with it. I'm going to stop fucking with him like that. I wouldn't be suprised if he went to the plant manager Lodge. Not a smart move on my part seeing how much it would please Dill to see me fired.
Has anyone else seen Dill drinking from the #2 abrader resevior? I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it for myself, incidentally some sludge from the reseviors' sludge bucket is missing, it looks like grey pudding skin and I've seen Dill eating pudding, he has it everyday. That could be one of the reasons his breath smells so damn bad.
(23Jan06) Guess what...still deburring the shims with sandpaper. Hurry up the motherfucker says. Yeah, right. I might get done tomorrow, might.
(12Jan06)At what point do you stop wasting man, and machine hours abrading a 3,000 part lot of shims? Dill is such a unbelievable dumbass, he'd rather sit around with his thumb up his butt blaming me for the results of bad tooling, while unrecoverable parts use up resources. He and the tool and die department had me using bad tooling up until a week ago when they finally gave me the proper set-up for the shim press. This 3,000 part lot of shims was pressed over a month ago, Ive got over a 100,000 parts waiting to be abraded behind it, it doesn't take 15 minutes to press 3,000 shims, so why doesn't he have me trash them and do the run over? I'll tell you, the motherfucker's waiting for Lodge to come around so he can blame me for the late order, so he can get me fired, let the son of a bitch try. This incredible idiot Dill now has me going through this 3,000 part lot by hand, separating out the shims that are badly burred, after that he wants me to remove the burrs by hand with sandpaper. How much fuckin' time do you think that's going to take? I've been all day separating these shims, and I haven't even started with the sandpaper yet. I can't wait for Lodge to come around.
(22Dec05) The plant mngr Lodge comes by apologizing for the missing OT, makes a joke(?) wondering who he did pay my 9 hours to. I have my own theory now, I believe Dill did not turn in my hours. Any little thing that cocksucker can do to make my job miserable and let us not forget, fucking with my money is the main criteria for getting oneself on one of the grudge lists.
I make my own little joke, I say maybe that Fat Head Dill should be more careful and make sure he turns in my hours next time. The statement is lost in the noise, or ignored. I don't give a shit one way or the other, it got said, and if the subject ever comes up in the future, it'll get said again and see how the motherfucker likes it.
This just in, does anyone know that Dill is a confirmed crossdresser? A little background investigating has revealed that Dill once worked as a Marylin Monroe impersonator at a gay dance hall in San Francisco, grinding groins with strange men.
(21Dec05) It's payday today and I was looking forward to 9 hrs OT on my check, (Christmas money) it wasn't there. Turns out the overtime should have shown up on the check before this one. Understandably upset, I tell a couple of people including Dill. I'm fairly disgruntled but I'm not launching into a goddam rage, I know payroll is going to look into it. Someone tells Dill that I'm threatening to look for a new job and Dill asks me about it after lunch. Why would anybody want to look for a new job over a payroll snafu, I'm interested to know why and who would get such an idea but Dill doesn't tell me who said it. What the fuck does anybody have anything to worry about, does Dill have a snitch or what? Dill himself has let it be known that he wishes I would quit. Not a chance asshole.
(15Dec05) Dillbard is getting his ass chewed this morning around 11am by the Plant Manager Tim Lodge. An order of 15,000 shims is way late. Dill brings me into the shit. Lodge asks me about the dispatch list. Do I understand the question, I'm not sure, I tell him I follow the order of the list and run the jobs if the tooling is available, and that tooling isn't available for current jobs. The funny thing is, is that the 15,000 shims are sitting there in buckets waiting to be abraded, I've already ran the shims, Dill's the one who has them waiting on the abrader, I do as my immediate supervisor tells me but Lodge goes off on me and says, "I don't want to hear that shit," (about the tooling not being ready). I'm really not quite prepared to get my ass fired so I let it slide.
I hope the son of a bitch Dillard gets his ass pulled over (everyone in the plant knows he is a drunk) on his way to Torn-Anus Mountain. He will miss being the Grand Marshall of the Gay Cowboy Holiday Parade on Ice this weekend. Incidentally, you know that bear, the one that occassionally comes down the mountain into Carson City?
That bear's not just looking for food out there on Colorado Street, it's the same bear that has been stalking and serial raping him since he was a boy, that's the reason Dill walks with a limp. He lets that bear shove its grizzly meat hard into his ass. I read it in his biography.
On the whole his turd whisperings did not meet with much financial success. After he had fondled every turd in town, he did not get many more customers, and became known as somewhat of an oddity. Dill is said to have given up the practice, but still gargles with his own ass water.
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