First of all, sorry for not posting lately. It has been a very busy time for me. My brother got married over the past weekend and the ceremony went very well. My sister is in the hospital as I'm typing this because they are going to make her go into labor tomorrow morning. Hopefully I will have a new nephew soon.
Now, to the real story .....
As you may know, tomorrow (Friday the 12th) was supposed to be my last day in the temp office job. Well, it got real strange this afternoon and I had to make today my last day. Let me fill you in on the details.
The day started off pretty shitty. I over slept and was running late. While I was in the shower, one of the two dogs shit all over the floor and I had to spend twenty minutes cleaning that mess up. I get about half way to work when my low fuel light kicks on. I stop at the nearest gas station to fuel up. I stand there for what seems like an eternity waiting for the clerk to turn the pump on, but it never comes on. I see people all around me pull up, pump gas and then go inside to pay but my pump never gets turned on. This really pisses me off since I'm running late any way, so I get back in the car and drive down the road to the next station. When I get there and get out to fuel up, I notice a big sign that says "please pre-pay". Well, how the hell am I supposed to pre-pay when I don't know how much it's going to cost me to fill up? I calm myself and go inside to pay for $40 worth. After standing in line for 18 minutes, I pay and then get my precious dinosaur juice.
At this point I'm driving like a bat out of hell to get to work. I get there and only 6 minutes late to my surprise. I settle in for the morning to find nothing at all to do. In fact, I spent the first 3 hours of the day listening to audio books and surfing the Internet. Then, the guys in my group take me to lunch seeing as how I'm a short timer. Lunch goes well and then we come back to the office. After lunch Pooper (see previous posts for back story on Pooper) engages in a conversation with me regarding software we use to do our jobs. Drafting software to be specific. He comments on how he has upgraded to the latest version for his at home work. I comment that it would be nice if I had the latest version for my home computer, but I have a very old version (the 2000 rev) and I cannot afford the newest package. He then asks if I would like not a brand new copy, but a newer copy than I already had. I said yes thinking maybe he would be good enough to sell me his older version considering he just upgraded to the latest and greatest. He then said he would "hook me up".
Around two o'clock he asked my to come with him to the mail room for a minute. After we enter the mail room, he waits for the other employees in the room to leave and then removes three CD's from a manila folder he is carrying and then places them in a large brown envelope which he then hands to me. He said that was the software I wanted. I return to my desk and have a look into the envelope. What he had given me was three copies of the 2004 version of the software in question.
After I sat there and thought about it for a few minutes I began to ask myself some questions. Why three copies? How did he get them so fast? And the more important question, where did he get them so fast?
Knowing Pooper's attitude, mannerisms and his motivations from past scrapes I had with him, I got real nervous. I made the only move I felt was a safe one at the point in time. I asked the two department managers to chat with me in the conference room. I layed out the story for them and they naturally wondered where the software came from so quickly. So I went back to my desk, looked at the serial numbers on the cd cases and e-mailed the numbers to the two bosses.
To make an already long story short, they ran the numbers I gave them through our I.T. department and come to find that the software belonged to the company. So Pooper was trying to give me stolen property. If I would have tried leaving with the disks and got caught, I could have been busted from grand-theft, or receiving stolen property at the least.
They pull Pooper aside, confront him about the situation and have a brief chat. A few minutes later they escort him back to his desk. He blurts out a few obscenities at me, gathers his things, turns over his i.d. card to the boss and leaves.
I'm not sure if he got fired, or just suspended. Don't know and don't care. He's an asshole and always trying to work an angle on someone.
Anyway, the bosses talk to me, think maybe for security reasons it's a good idea for me to call it quits today. I gather my shit, say good-bye to a few friends and leave.
Then, on my way home I get like 9 text messages from Pooper and at least 15 calls. It got so bad that I had to call my cell phone provider and have my fucking number changed.
Just a totally fucked up day. But, at least I'm done with that office and can move on.
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2 comments:
First of all, GOOD FOR YOU for calling him out. That would've put you in a bad situation if you got caught. It's a shitty way to leave a job but at least you left with your dignity. Screw Pooper!!!
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I agree 1000%! What a jerk!! Did he really think you wouldn't catch on and question it? I think he would deserve to be fired - it's stealing any way you slice it. Good thing you changed your number - you should not ever speak to him as you have no idea if he's recording the call or not. To that end (for your next post), I would say "no" - you are no longer employed by the company and you've already reported the incident to your superiors while you were employed. So, unless you are contacted by a company attorney, you should not speak to them. I'm NOT an attorney - but again, you have no idea how they will use this information, if they will record it or anything else. You've done your bit for King and Country - get the HELL out of there! j
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