Washing Carts Today

Today, Randy and I washed all the carts at the Silver. Lemme start by saying that Randy is the man, then I'll proceed with ripping into Gephart who is not the man. I show up around 9:30 am to find Randy waiting. I was not scheduled to work today, but what else do I have to do with my days? It was too cold to play, so I might as well get paid for hanging around the course, right? The schedule said Randy, Gephart, and Romeo were to wash all the carts today. On with the story. Gephart shows up about an hour late while Randy and myself were elbow deep in soapy water. (Romeo never showed either, but nobody really expected him to be there anyway. That’s Romes for ya). Anyway, I spot Gephart driving his jeep to the dumpster and tossing into the dumpster a few black garbage bags. . . wtf? That’s what i thought. Whatever, at least he showed up to help us out, i thought. No no. Not to be outdone by Romeo, Gephart insists that he isn't on the schedule. "I can't help today, I have somebody coming over this afternoon." he says. My vision turns red and I'm reminded of all the times Gephart fucked drew in the ass with carts after an event; needless to say at this point I'm cold, soaked and furious. "If you can't help out, then we'll have to find somebody who can." I says to that s.o.b.. (btw, he shaved his mustache and it looks ridiculous. There was a reason he grew that thing in the first place, and it was a damn good reason, too. His upper lip is not one of good looks.) He decides it would be a good idea if he lent a hand for a few minutes, and I enjoyed spraying him with the hose now and again. Meanwhile, Scott is in the shop dealing with the newest employee of the 19th hole. Jen or Ashley or whatever the hell her name is. Shelly must be asking all the wrong questions during his interviews, cause so far he is 0 for 2. This newest one is a recovering alcoholic and is afraid that working around booze will cause her to relapse. You'll recognize her the instant you see her. She looks the part. The telephone conversation (in tears) between her and an unknown second party has been confirmed by a credible witness other than myself. You can hear everything from behind the counter. I'll conclude this post with a thought. Why does Shelly keep hiring weirdoes? Has working at the golf course made us weird, too? probably