The day I worked with Mr Asshole
There was a time in Spain when it was difficult for me to find a job, I went through bad economic times and the worst thing is that it is crushing your head, it does not feel good to see that time goes by and you do not move forward.
When you are in such a bad situation you have to grasp at straws and take the first job that is offered to you, I remember that every day I sent my CV to several companies and that I went to all the temporary employment offices around.
Warehouse worker, tele-operator, tele-sales, insurance companies, promotions .... I wanted to do whatever I could to feel good about myself and not live for free with my parents, who, by the way, also had financial problems. Bad time for all of us.
One of the temporary work offices called me to work in a warehouse where they prepared the press that had to be in all the kiosks in Madrid the following morning. It didn't seem like a complicated job to do, nothing more than following orders that someone had to give. In this case, the orders were given by Mr. Imbécil.
Mr. Imbécil was about 50 years old and seemed to be burnt out from working in that warehouse, or who knows, maybe he was burnt out from his life outside of work and he was taking it out on all those who worked with him every night. He was a real jerk, or at least that was my feeling in the 30 minutes I was in that shitty warehouse.
The press has to be in all the kiosks very early and for that you have to prepare it much earlier. I seem to remember that we would start work at 12.30pm and finish at 5pm, although I don't know about the latter because I finished much earlier, around 1pm. Short working day
I'm a nice guy and I know it, as well as I know how to behave and be serious and not look like the funny guy on the first day, but I also know how to show that I have a good pair of balls, I never liked those who thought they were abusing their power and whenever I could I made it known. Mr. Asshole was one of those abusers of power who talked back and insulted people out of turn. It was a matter of time
When I arrived at work 30 minutes before the entrance, the first thing I did was to introduce myself.
- Hello, I'm Miguel and I'm here for the temporary work agency, it's my first day and I don't know what to do or who to talk to. -I said politely and smiling
- Look macho man, the first thing you have to do is to shut your mouth," Mr. Asshole answered me.
I shut up, of course, and stopped smiling because I already saw in that guy a senseless aggressiveness that it was better not to smile.
A very nice guy from the warehouse who had just seen what happened told me not to make a big deal out of it because that's how Mr. Jerk was and that I could be with him (not with the Jerk) at work. I agreed, I went with him and our task was to put a supplement in a newspaper and leave them on a pallet. A very repetitive job for which no qualification was needed, like being an imbecile, which you either are or you aren't, you don't need to study.
After a short while, Mr. Imbecile arrived, making fuss, shouting and insulting my colleague, reproaching me for something about the package and the pallet, who knows what, and I couldn't help myself.
- Don't speak ill of people," I said.
- You shut up, bean-face," he said, insulting me.
I must admit that many ideas went through my head at that moment, many and some would have been punishable by law, I restrained myself but it was clear to me that I had to get out of there, although I would not do so without first making one thing very clear to Mr. Imbecile, that people are not to be insulted! I took a newspaper in which I had put a supplement, I rolled it up like they do at the Sanfermines and ... I can only tell you that I told him once again that people are not to be insulted. I went home
The next morning I went to the agency to look for another job, they paid me for the last one and gave me another one to sell insurance for the dead.
I will tell you about it in another post.
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