Machinations Deferred

It’s over.  Unbeknownst to me I would never work with Brad again.  He inadvertently ended his employment. The morally compromised management declined to give Brad a day off to attend the funeral of his girlfriend's mother; someone he'd been living in the same house with for nearly a year.  As a result of events beyond my knowledge Brad met me in the shop as I was coming in. He explained they were about to fire him for missing the day before. I genuinely expressed my sympathy and shook his hand before we parted ways.  

I know my dissecting diatribes may have painted Brad as a imperfect person, but never a bad one.  His choice to live with untreated ADHD may have been detrimental to a point, but it’s an understandable choice.  To live with your mind compromised or be subject to the whims of a drug with a cavalcade of side effects; I’m glad it‘s not a choice I'm privy to.  I won’t feign like I enjoyed shouldering more than my share of the work while Brad fretted away his time chasing stray thoughts. However Brad had a colorful spirit and I watched the hue of the shop dull in his absence.

Same day a job offer came through at a better company.

Thing is I has standards; standards of a sneakors, but standards nonetheless.  You should have noticed- had to of noticed that I named a fraction of the shop.  Roster was at minimum 8 with a capacity near 20. Obviously some were omitted because they weren't involved or memorable (sorry Ansel's brother).  You might presume we has a missing person situation here. However the reality is they got caught in ma policy; I don't mention asshats unless relevant.  And suddenly it's relevant cuz that's about all that was left in the shop.

Good news is I had 2 weeks.  Bad news is if the shop was on fire I'd have grabbed marshmallows.  Obviously I wanted these asshats to roast for being demselves, but ultimately I decided to be the best person I possibly could.  Was dis cuz I took the high road or changed my crusty heart? No; hell no. It was so they couldn't blame me for their failures. If I ruined their computers or set the compressor to self destruct then it was on me... even if they couldn't prove it.  As such I did the angriest troll I could; be as helpful as possible. You don’t need to know about the guy who slacked off all night before bailing and leaving me alone in the shop with 3 cars to do or the management who let him off the hook. What’s important is I took everything I could snatch from the service writers and ran wid it.  Stole work out from under Cortez and sent out cars faster than my coworker’s breaks. All of this made it so the second I didn’t clock in the weight of the shop would fall upon dem. I’m sure you’d like to know the effects of my obtuse troll, but I’d be gone and there’d be no way of knowing. Just thoughts of roasting marshmallows in my mind.