||[Oct. 30th, 2004|08:43 pm]
Angry doesn't even describe what I'm feeling at the moment. Allow me to elaborate:
As you might know, my job in the army is that of an Armskote man, aka He who looks after ze gunz. This is a 24 hour job, so when it's my tour of duty, I've to be in here no matter what, till the end of my duty. Then, one of my assistants comes in and takes over me till the end of his tour of duty. I have 2 assistants, both of whom were store men, and 1 who is going to leave me as he's being posted out. Wait, wait there's more...
My current assistant, who has always been, to put it politely, a fucking slacker, never really had my utmost approval in the first place. But as long as he kept coming for his duty, I didn't care. Just last week though, despite ALREADY having ASKED him at the start of the month "Which days do you wish to have (to take a day off for)?", he told me at the last minute that his birthday was on the 29th. Since it's always nice to celebrate your birthday and have the weekend off too, I OFFERED to exchange weekend duties with him anyway despite me having the power to say no. He declined, saying that he'll find a way to still enjoy his birthday and come for duty. Fair enough.
Just 2 days ago, he called me and asked if he could come for duty a bit later, as he feared that he'd be too drunk to come. Rather annoyed, but still I understood it was his birthday and let him come an hour later. What does he do? On Saturday morning, his mother calls telling me he's too sick to come. I talk to him and true enough he sounds sick. I gave him some verbal lashing and then told him to come tomorrow (sunday, which is today) for duty. Guess what? He didn't even bother to call me this morning, as according to his mother, he's in fucking hospital.
Now it's his RESPONSIBILITY as an Armskote man to make sure he's WELL ENOUGH to come for HIS duty. I can say, have NEVER fallen sick and not turned up for duty, neither have I deliberately pulled off any sort of stunt to skive on my duties either. True, he might be so fucking sick he couldn't crawl out of bed. Tough shit. YOU know you have duty the next day, you should know jolly well not to get so fucking piss drunk, get caught in the rain and have a fucking fever!!! Tell me, am I wrong in being angry? Am I wrong in being MOTHER FUCKINGLY FURIOUS?!?! He's spoiled my plans, spoiled my weekend and most of all, spoiled my trust for him.
He's going to get it from me. Oh yes he is.
On a lighter note, I've finished pencilling MSG Man 8.