Back to the cow-orkers.
Guy that sits at the cube next to me. Lazy as **** - he's a decent worker in the field, but constantly whines about how his truck got bumped from the heated garage attached to our office, and has to park in the parking lot now. He HATES having to walk to his truck (all of 50 feet), even though once he gets to the jobsite he might have to walk several miles over the course of the day. So instead, if our chief surveyor is going to be in the office for the day, or the guy on the other side of me, he'll drive their trucks instead. Which then screws THEM, if during the middle of the day they get called out to a jobsite and the tools or information they need is in their work truck. He absolutely refuses to go buy supplies either - we're all on the company charge account at the farm/hardware store just down the street for that very reason. If he breaks or loses a hatchet, or shovel, or any other tool out of his truck, he'll "borrow" it out of someone elses truck - but he forgets to either TELL someone he 'borrowed' from their truck, or never puts it back until he's asked. It has gotten to the point that the guy next to me got tired of it, went to the store and bought two new spades, gave one to Tim, and told him "don't ever take mine out of my truck again". Most of us have cables at our desks to hook up our data collectors..he doesn't, so instead of asking the secretary to order one from Amazon, he "borrows" mine, which I never realize until I try to use it and have to go hunt it down.
He's been pulling our side-by-side UTV behind his truck for two weeks now because he needed it on one job, and it's "too much of a pain to unhook"... except I hooked up to that thing every single day this summer - and the new trailer is a heck of a lot easier than the old one. If he wants to pull it around, fine...but it KILLS fuel mileage. On one day this summer, I filled up when I left the office...and had to fill up again to get home.
But the worst is the drinking. Don't get me wrong, I don't have a problem with having a beer or two, or twelve on occasion, but for crap's sake... you're a 28-30 yr old man, working in a professional office setting. Maybe, just MAYBE, you shouldn't tie one on so hard on a Thursday night you come to work smelling like booze on Friday. Or drink so hard on Sunday that you have to call in "sick" on Monday. He damn near got fired the day our head surveyor had it lined up for Tim to meet a client at 9:00 on a Wednesday morning (and the head surveyor was on vacation); Tim drank enough at darts on Tuesday night that he called in sick, but didn't let the boss know. Boss gets a phone call from the client at 9:30 saying "Hey, where is your guy? Haven't seen him yet."
If you can't guess, I'm catching whiffs of booze over the wall here at work right now. Don't believe he's drunk, but pretty sure it's starting to sweat out of him. He's a good guy (aside from his work issues), and I like him...but I wouldn't be real sad to see him get fired right now.
