Remember how I've been talking about starting the Firefighter Level 1 course this weekend? How I've been telling my supervisor I need the next five weekends off? How I've been telling him also for the last three months?
I get to work last night and there's a note for me in my patrol vehicle...
"Tom, I need you at the mine in Raven this weekend, and indefinitely because I still haven't hired someone."
I wouldn't be so upset right now if it was a spur-of-the-moment emergency. Those things do happen in my line of work and I've come to expect them. But I've been telling this man for Three fucking months that I'd be needing this time off.
Sure, the overtime pay will be great, and I might even be able to take my United Kingdom vacation this year if I get much more. But that's not the point.
The point is that he's been too fucking lazy to hire anyone else, or even have someone lined up after he fired Barney when he's known for three months I'd be starting the fire school this week. It's bad enough I missed a Vehicle Extracation class last weekend given by the Princeton Fire Department that I really wanted to take. (That's where I would have gotten to cut up a car with the Jaws Of Life... Gotten out a lot of pent-up frustrations)
Anyway, now I'm not going to be taking the Level 1 class.
Why do I always have to suffer fools like this?
The "Peter Principle" is alive and well where I work.
Copyright 2006 Thomas J Wolfenden