Wow, I'm a dick? I guess.

It seems I'm alot harder to work with than I thought?

Sean got fired today, he just got sent an email telling him to hand in his keys and not bother to come back afterwards. He didn't show on Monday either, so I had the weekend to myself. It was quiet, rainy, and I had another crazy workout boxing. I'm really excited to go back again tomorrow, I'm not sore today at all; just a little tired and stiff. All in all, a pretty good way to start the week even though my weekend was a series of letdowns.

Today was such a roller coaster of a day. It started fine, came in, talked with Dan and had a few cheap laughs at other's expenses and then was just starting to move over to shipping when Kjell came in.

A little more on Kjell.

Nobody knows what the fuck he does at the Shipyard. He's been there for nearly twelve years, but in that time he's done nothing important or noticeable. He's some sort of outside salesmen who sells things to his personal clientele across Canada or other odd places. The odd times I've had to ship stuff I've noticed he undercharges people like crazy, in some cases, actually losing money for what he's selling the product for. He tells me it's for a trial run for the company, but since then I've shipped other items at the same price, which when I told Kevin he was surprised and a little pissed.

He never tells me anything, he'll leave stuff on my desk without an address or an invoice (Which he refuses to do, bothering Kevin to always do it when he's fully capable or even me.) and then fucks off back upstairs to his office. I always have to call him a few times asking what the hell any of this stuff is, or asking what he's charging this time because he's so inconsistent. He's a pain in the ass, nobody knows what he does, and he always seems to have a problem with me, whatever I do. For example, he had me order a bunch of rust converter for him (Because he refuses to learn how.) and when it came, told me to return several of the five litre cans. Not two weeks later he had me order two five litre cans, (Note: when we order bulk, we save money.) which still had our address on them from when I ordered them the first time. He then gave me shit for taking so long.

Did I mention he's about eighty and from some God forsaken country where his they apparently speak fractured English?

So he comes in and immediately starts yelling at me that I shipped some paint on the wrong courier, and the charges for the shipping would come out of my paycheck.

Here's my side.

I phoned the company he asked to ship with and they sent some retard who apparently could not fill out his own way bill, so he left it there and had me fill it out. I noticed the bill was from a different company, which is really quite common. Smaller, local companies work through bigger, across Canada operations for cheap when they need stuff done, and this was the case. When Van Kam (The cross Country courier) picked it up, they were supposed to drop it off at Comox Valley (The local company) because Kjell had an agreement with them where it's cheaper. There must have been a mistake, because Van Kam ended up taking it all the way, in the end losing us like fifty bucks.

He comes out saying I fucked up and that I'd lost him a customer over fifty dollars and that it should come out of my salary.

Fuuuck. Just writing this is pissing me off. I was so mad at the old fuck, I just about lost it trying to explain it when he just sat there telling me I had cost him a customer he had being dealing with for twelve years over a mis-shipped paint product when it wasn't even my fault.

My God. He's next man. I'm going to find out his title or expose him for not doing shit, I don't care how long he's been there. Next time he wants something shipped he better be proficient at filling out waybills and dangerous goods forms.

With all these people on me, I've got to wonder is it me? I don't get it, they all come after me like I've got a target between my shoulder blades.

Dan quit today. I don't like the guy very much, he's alright but has way too much of a little girl temper and a know it all in far too many subjects just to be knowledgeable in. What this really means is I'm now the most senior person there asides Kevin come two weeks, and I've been there for the summer. I also make a little more than a fast food attendant. As a side note, the last shipper (Who strictly did shipping, nothing else.) made four dollars an hour more than me. I do his job as well as three others, I outsold everyone last month by about five grand in till sales.

What a fucking joke.

I again find myself wondering how this company is going to stay afloat, winder is apparently a slow season and this summer we apparently came out just barely on top. Everything is so shaky, and for all the prestige and knowledge we claim to have, we're barely making it by.

I need to get out. I need to find different avenues.