Tuesday, November 18, 2014
I fixed the copier; gimme seventy-five bucks, now with updates
My boss, the racist*, asked me to call the copier repair place earlier today. He said that another employee had complained that the copier wasn't working correctly.
I went to the employee and asked him what, exactly, was wrong with the copier. He said that the margins were out of whack; the copies were printing off-center.
I went back to the copier, and checked the paper tray for the size he was trying to copy. Someone had loosened up the guides to load the paper and hadn't re-tightened the guides. The paper had shifted. I re-tightened the guides, and ran a couple of test copies. Voila! Problem solved.
So I think I should get the money that the company would have paid to the copier repairman. I mean, it's only fair, right? Right. Laughing, I told my boss that he owed my seventy-five bucks, which is what it would have cost to have the copier repair place send a dude out.
UPDATED TO ADD: A couple of hours after I wrote this, but before I posted it, my boss dropped a fifty on my desk. I laughed, saying "oh, naw, it's all part of my job description." My Job Description: My own job, plus every other got-dam thing that nobody else in the office wants to deal with. Amen.
ANYhow, I declined the fifty, and then my boss said, "You lost some time a few weeks ago. I said something stupid, and you left work early because of what I said, and it cost you some money." (I'm paid hourly, not salary, so yeah, if my butt's not in my seat, I'm not making money.) He continued, "I'm sorry for what I said, and I appreciate what you do, and I can't take back what I said, but just keep the money. I owe you."
I kept the fifty. F*ck yeah. I think I'll donate it to the ACLU in my boss's name. But it doesn't change how he thinks, or what he said. And then, tonight, I was scrolling through Facebook and one of my own sisters had "shared" some right-wing rant about how "life as we know it is in danger because Obama blah blah blah", and sometimes I feel like I don't even know anybody anymore. So, *I* shared a Postsecret post, "They tried to bury us. They didn't know we were seeds." - Mexican Proverb.
I dunno. The older I get, the more liberal I get, and the more conservative the people around me get. Is it like this for everybody?
* I think this is how I'll refer to him from now on. "My boss, the racist". To prevent me from forgetting what a terrible person he is when he thinks nobody's listening..