The guy who does my job during the day needs to get a life. He calls every evening after he leaves work, whether or not there is any information to convey. He always complains about something. Some juvenile “game play” or politics that he thinks is going on. Something that someone did wrong that might (or probably should, at least according to him) get them in trouble. Someone who is trying to get someone else in trouble. Some gossip that he heard. Some grave level of incompetence by someone at a higher level that is causing problems for us at the bottom, and his solution. One recent suggestion was to go to a shareholder meeting to expose an engineer who he firmly believes has no clue whatsoever and should be fired. You get the idea. He is a forty-year-old drama queen.
And if that wasn’t enough, he has taken to calling or texting me throughout my shift, if he happens to be awake. I ignore his calls almost as often as I take them, but the little shit will call every five minutes for hours, or until I pick up. The conversations keep getting longer, too.
Last night, three hours after his shift ended, he stopped by and wanted to talk. Supposedly, he was visiting a friend nearby, so he decided to come in. He didn’t stay long, thankfully, but he is getting annoying as hell.
I am glad to be on a second/third hybrid shift. It keeps me away from most people, and the politics. I do my job, and as long as it is finished by the time I leave, everybody seems happy. I see the boss once a week, at most. These things make me happy. Well, happy-ish.
I hate drama, and I hate people. And this immature twit is tap-dancing on my last nerve.