.....the one that said "it's bring your kid to work day, but you don't need to come, just let your GM take care of him."
Yeah, that memo.
I'm sitting at my desk this morning, and in walks the bosses son (he just turned 16)...
Chris: Hey, D!
Me: Hey homez. Where's your pops?
Chris: At home!
Me: So, why are you here?
Chris: He sent me down to help out, also, I'm hungry, do you want a burrito, or starbucks, can we get some lunch?
Me: Slow down. You're here to help, and I am supposed to feed you too? Is this a joke?
Chris: Seriously, he told me to come down, and do whatever you told me to do. But I'll buy you a burrito, I rode my bike.
So begun my day....
So after he went to get a burrito and a Frappucino he came back looking for a task. I told him to go to the main storage room, and clean it up. I told him anything that he finds that's not merchandise we sell, he can have.
Fast forward 45 mins, and my phone rings...
Me: Chris?
Chris: D, I'm in the storage room, I'm stuck in here!
Me: What?
Chris: I started cleaning, and ended up covering the door with boxes of stuff, so I'm trapped.
Me: I'll be down in a minute...
I go down there, and open the door, and naturally, most of the crap falls out on me, and out the door comes an arm holding a bottle of Johnny Walker blue.
Chris: Hey, D! What is this?
Me: It's Johnny Walker Blue, it's some $200 a bottle shit.
Chris: There is only 1/3 left, you should chug it.
Me: What? Chug it?
Chris: Or, if you won't tell my dad, can I chug it?
I snatched it out of his hand, and said "this is grown man shit" and closed the door back on him.
Fast forward an hour, he walks to my desk, and shows me a swimsuit calendar from 1998 that he found, and then proceeds to sit in the chair across the desk and ask me if I would "hit" (the slang for sex, not assault) every single woman in that calendar, one by one. Smh.
I asked him how the storage room was looking and he said good, but that Matt (one of the floor guys) told him he wasn't done, and needed to do something else. I told him don't worry about Matt, I would talk to him....
Chris: Matt is a lazy bitch
Me: Alright?
Chris: You should choke him out, and fire him.
Me: Yeah, that's not a good idea, buddy.
Chris: I asked my dad, he says he trusts your judgement, and Matt is a lazy motherfucker, so you should can him.
Me: Did you ask him about me choking him out?
Chris: Nah, I figured he wouldn't care if you planned to fire him anyway.
The same kind of weird dialogues and scenarios played out most of the day. Smh.
It's been a long ass day....
Yeah, that memo.
I'm sitting at my desk this morning, and in walks the bosses son (he just turned 16)...
Chris: Hey, D!
Me: Hey homez. Where's your pops?
Chris: At home!
Me: So, why are you here?
Chris: He sent me down to help out, also, I'm hungry, do you want a burrito, or starbucks, can we get some lunch?
Me: Slow down. You're here to help, and I am supposed to feed you too? Is this a joke?
Chris: Seriously, he told me to come down, and do whatever you told me to do. But I'll buy you a burrito, I rode my bike.
So begun my day....
So after he went to get a burrito and a Frappucino he came back looking for a task. I told him to go to the main storage room, and clean it up. I told him anything that he finds that's not merchandise we sell, he can have.
Fast forward 45 mins, and my phone rings...
Me: Chris?
Chris: D, I'm in the storage room, I'm stuck in here!
Me: What?
Chris: I started cleaning, and ended up covering the door with boxes of stuff, so I'm trapped.
Me: I'll be down in a minute...
I go down there, and open the door, and naturally, most of the crap falls out on me, and out the door comes an arm holding a bottle of Johnny Walker blue.
Chris: Hey, D! What is this?
Me: It's Johnny Walker Blue, it's some $200 a bottle shit.
Chris: There is only 1/3 left, you should chug it.
Me: What? Chug it?
Chris: Or, if you won't tell my dad, can I chug it?
I snatched it out of his hand, and said "this is grown man shit" and closed the door back on him.
Fast forward an hour, he walks to my desk, and shows me a swimsuit calendar from 1998 that he found, and then proceeds to sit in the chair across the desk and ask me if I would "hit" (the slang for sex, not assault) every single woman in that calendar, one by one. Smh.
I asked him how the storage room was looking and he said good, but that Matt (one of the floor guys) told him he wasn't done, and needed to do something else. I told him don't worry about Matt, I would talk to him....
Chris: Matt is a lazy bitch
Me: Alright?
Chris: You should choke him out, and fire him.
Me: Yeah, that's not a good idea, buddy.
Chris: I asked my dad, he says he trusts your judgement, and Matt is a lazy motherfucker, so you should can him.
Me: Did you ask him about me choking him out?
Chris: Nah, I figured he wouldn't care if you planned to fire him anyway.
The same kind of weird dialogues and scenarios played out most of the day. Smh.
It's been a long ass day....
