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Originally Posted by SleazyDream
12. Where does the line "and remember, take your time" come from?
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This is a beauty...
After I graduated from college I had my real job lined up, but it didn't start until August, so in the meantime I decided to find a job with as little actual responsibility as possible and party my ass off in my remaining months in Wisconsin.
I took a job in the custodial services department at the University. In other words, I was pretty much a janitor. If I recall, I made about $6.50 an hour.
Well, employing a bunch of university kids every summer, the custodial services department didn't expect much. You didn't show up for work - not really a big deal.
Anyway, that's not the way I work, so I always showed up for work and they loved me for it. Other people would go missing for 3 or 4 days at a stretch. Thing is, we didn't really do anything when we were there. The students were assigned to a full-time custodial employee everyday, who gave them tasks to do and this one dude kept choosing me.
I was majorly hungover most days and he could usually tell, but I still did whatever job he gave me. We took a lot of cigarette breaks. Sometimes, he'd just let me take a nap on the clock. Other times we'd drive around in one of the University trucks. After a while when he figured out I was competant and not going to make him look bad, he'd assign something to me and just leave for pretty much the entire day. Before he would take off, he'd always leave me with the reminder - "Remember, take your time." In other words, if you work hard it's going to make us all look bad.
I was all for that, but just had to laugh everytime he said it to me. I remember one particular morning where I had tied a beast on the night before. Pretty sure I was still drunk when I came in to work. This dude sets me up to mop the handball courts, of which there were four. Before he rolls out he imparts the department motto on me - "Remember, take your time." He left, my buddy's house was across the street, I went over and slept off my drunk for two hours, came back and mopped and all was good.
On a side note, this one morning, I saw this janitor that somehow looked familiar to me. He said hi, I said hi, and that was pretty much it. I couldn't figure out where I had seen him before. Then it dawned on me - two years earlier when I worked at the bookstore, he was the dude who came in on Saturdays to clean the jizz boothes.
He was a really great guy, but obviously did too many hits of acid in his day. I don't think the other janitors new what he did on the weekends, so it was never mentioned.