bastards

photo by Sherman Hines

Yesterday afternoon, Bill's supervisor ambushed him and wrote him up for a bunch of driving offenses that he didn't commit. The biggest deal is being made about him speeding, but he is not a speeder, and hasn't been for as long as I've known him.

Bill thinks that since he's one of the highest paid drivers (he makes 10K more than the last driver hired) they're trying to find a way to get him out without laying him off. That would be so ignorant!

I thought that perhaps Nick was over-reacting, which he tends to do all the time. Someone will go into his office and blame Bill for leaving a light tower in the yard, and Nick will call Bill into the office to ream him out. Then Bill will say "Actually, it was Ed that brought that in from Shell," and Nick will quiet down.

Bill says the supervisor accused him of a few things, and when Bill denied it Nick said "Bill, a month ago I followed you out to the north side and you were doing 60 km per hour."

"That's the speed limit, Nick."

"It was icy and you should have slowed down."

"Nick, you were doing 140 on the way to the airport just two weeks ago."

I'm not sure where it's headed, but if they really are trying to fire him, we're fucked! We need every penny of his paycheque to live, and losing the house would be a real possibility then. Jamie's not paying for much yet, and neither am I, so we'd both have to start working at McDonald's to try and salvage this life. Of course, I could kiss any finance career good-bye.

To be proactive, Bill is going to request a vacation week while it's still very quiet, and then he can look for work. Wish us luck!