I’m in the office talking to a known good supervisor about how awful most of the other supervisors and managers are.
One such manager walks in.
“Hey, FYI, I just caught Bob on his phone. Can you talk to him?”
The good supervisor and I trade looks.
Bob is one of the guys who stocks ambulances and cleans them. It is tedious work that is also absolutely essential. They do it so I don’t have to. I think of them all the time, and I open and use as little equipment and supplies as possible.
Being on his phone – no matter how long, and I’m sure it wasn’t long given the fucked-up workplace atmosphere – does not in any way interfere with what he does. He’s not driving. He’s not on a call. He’s not dealing with customers. Who gives a flying fuck if he’s on the phone for a few seconds?
“So, [awful manager], do you go an entire day without looking at your phone or getting in touch with your family?”
Suck my fucking dick.