Last week our recently hired (10 months ago) project manager called in sick on Tuesday. Well actually no, his wife called in sick, because apparently whenever he is sick he's too debilitated to make the call himself, so he has the wife do it. My jimmies were already pretty rustled with this guy, as he's missed over 20 days of work for illness and personal shit since he was hired, which to me is ridiculous (that doesn't count vacation time). So the wife called in Tuesday morning to say he wouldn't be in that day. The next day she calls back and says something about how he doesn't know who he is and he's acting weird and not himself etc., they're at a hospital emergency ward but he isn't physically ill. I tell her okay, please keep me updated, hope he gets better. I talk with my bro about it, and we decide that he's got one more chance in terms of missed time, otherwise we're letting him go. So he doesn't show up the rest of the week, and no one hears anything more from him.
This morning, his wife again calls in for him, saying that he has the flu and has the shits, so he won't be in again today. Well that's stupid, because if it was an actual flu, you don't get the shits from it. Flus affect your lungs and up, not your GI tract. But whatever, jackass isn't in for the fifth day in a row. Bro and I decide that we've had enough of this fucking guy, the stories as to why he has to miss work keep changing (one time he missed three days because his daughter was home sick. She's 16), and he made a bunch of other fuckups that came to a head this morning that were the icing on the cake. Fuckstick ordered a shitload of material to be shipped to a jobsite this morning, despite my brother specifically telling him not to because the building wasn't ready for it and it would just sit on site for 2-3 months before it was used, the owner would refuse to pay for it because we flooded the jobsite with material needlessly (and they'd be in the right to do so), leaving us to finance tens of thousands of dollars of material until we do get paid on it, and severely increasing the chances/risks of a large jobsite theft.
Long story short, I call his house, and his daughter answers the phone (school is in today, so I can only assume that she's stayed home with daddy). I ask to speak with him, and I can clearly hear her ask him "do you want to talk tothem?" Unless you are in the fucking ICU, you cannot possibly be so fucking sick that you are physically unable to even have a short phone conversation to explain your situation to your employer, jesus christ. Regardless, he does take the call (how gracious of him!). I cut straight to the chase and tell him that he's terminated as of last Friday, that we'll give him two weeks pay in lieu of notification despite the fact that the legislation only calls for one week in his case, and that we won't be docking him for all the missed time even though we probably should (he's salaried, normally we just clean up people's sick/personal/vacation time once a year on their anniversary date). He tells me he's coming to the office to get his personal belongings (what a miraculous recovery! One minute bed ridden, the next minute he's on the way to get his shit!). I tell him not to, that we will pack up his personal belongings and have them dropped off at his house. He insists on coming. I tell him not to set foot on my property, or I'll call the police. He says "yeah you do that" and hangs up the phone.
So I proceed to pack up his office and tell my receptionist to have a courier drop his shit off, and then I go for lunch. Upon my return from lunch there's a police car parked in front of my office. Jackass pre-empted me and called the cops so that he (with his wife in tow, of course, apparently the whole fucking family takes the day off when one of them is sick) could come and get his shit. Whatever, I guess if that's what he wants to do, that's fine. Two uniformed police officers wasting an hour and a half of their day to escort some fucking loser in and out of his office. Again, amazing how quickly he recovered from his debilitating illness that had him bedridden so he can come pick up a couple pictures of his fucking ugly wife and daughter. I'd like to think that's the last I'll have to deal with him, but I have no doubt that he's going to take this to Employment Standards, WCB, and god knows what else, because he's a fucking head case with nothing better to do.
Severely rustled right now, gentlemen.
Oh and to paint a picture of the kind of person I'm dealing with here guys, I'll say this: dude uses a track ball.
