This week has been one of the worst in a long time. I miss my man so much, for the simple comfort of a hug when I get home. I love my kitties, but they’re not ones for hugging. By mid-morning Tuesday I already wanted to give up on the week. I was really excited because my Insulators were ready to actually start some physical work. It felt like we were finally making visible progress! They got all ready, did the pre-job and headed out to the work area. Later, I saw one of my boys and asked how things were going and he said they weren’t. One of the guys had gotten hurt, bad enough to be sent to the hospital.
I felt bad that somebody got hurt, especially one of my guys, although he’s new and I hadn’t even really met him yet. It made me feel even worse that before I made some calls to find out how he was, I dealt with getting the work going again. Unfortunately when Safety went to investigate the incident, they found that the work area was a big mess and said that my guys couldn’t work until it was clean. Since my guys hadn’t even gotten all their tools up there yet, the mess was definitely not theirs. So I had to find somebody to make sure it got cleaned up, but work was officially killed for the day.
The guy who got hurt will be alright, although he needs surgery. The injury really had nothing to do with the work at hand, as he wasn’t doing anything at the time that he got hurt. So now he’ll hang out in the trailer on “light duty” for however long it takes him to heal. The rest of the guys (and one gal) busted butt and got the work done only slightly behind schedule, so I guess it ended up ok. But it was seriously stressful for me.
Another thing that should have been good, but seems to be turning out not so much is we got a new guy on my side of things for the insulation. He has almost 50 years working with MRI including working for the subcontractor, and the company that made all the MRI for the operating unit. We thought he was going to be a great resource in getting things moving, but it seems all he does is talk big. He yells about schedule and having to get the insulation installed, but isn’t really helping get anything done to actually move in that direction. He’s also slinging mud everywhere without really know what all the rest of us have been through with this. So that’s another big disappointment this week.
The last, and worst, thing to happen this week is it seems Rocky is no longer my friend. I don’t know what I did, but he’s refused to speak to me since yesterday. I had been excited because it looked like we were going to get to work together a lot, and I hoped to learn a lot from him, while actually being productive. But he was, for some reason, dragging his feet a lot. I think it’s something to do with how he perceives he’s being treated by management. Anyway, I was getting frustrated because I really can’t get going on this project without his help and I hate sitting around doing nothing. Well his boss got called (not by me!) about it, so his boss called him and gave him a talking-to. It seems that he blames me for this, or something. I don’t really know because he won’t tell me.
I feel so hurt and upset about it, that he won’t even tell me what he thinks I did, it’s making me feel physically ill. So now, not only can I not do my job, I want to cry every time Rocky walks by without even looking at me. I spent most of yesterday hiding with my Insulators because I couldn’t stand it anymore. Today I’m trying really hard to find something else to be productive with, but it’s not working very well. I’m debating if asking him to at least be professional and let me do my job will help or make matters worse. I’m also wondering if I could even do that without getting emotional about it. I really don’t need the whole trailer to know what’s going on, and I tend to lose volume control when I’m emotional…
Something’s got to give, the question is what?
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