Fatty McDickBrain update: from fat to fired Some of you probably saw my recent post about a fatty I've taken to calling "Dickbrain", a fat retard who bought into a for-profit school and then tried to join one of the roughest trades out there and was floundering. Well, in only 2 weeks from that post (maybe a month and a half since he started) this character has managed to get himself fired from our company, and the only other major contractor refused to hire him so the union hall kicked him out of the apprenticeship. It all started on a windy day pretty much in the middle of august. Our crane has a little impeller that stops it from working if the wind is above a certain speed, and with the weather lately that's nearly all the time to the point that we're working on the wind's schedule some weeks. So we come into work this week with most of the crew having worked all 7 days the previous week to another day of not having the crane. This is bad because normally there's 4-6 easy positions associated with preparing the crane and setting in the pieces off of it, but it's just a part of the job. Foreman tells us we're going to be "bolting up" (installing bolts into the pieces that are already connected but not totally installed) and to be careful because it was wet. Fatty asks if he can do something on the ground because it's wet and foreman tells him that there's nothing that needs to be done on the ground. So we all load up with bolts and plan out where we're going to go among our gang leaders and I send fatty on the easiest, flattest route of our group. We load up into our boom lift basket and I notice that fatty has hardly enough bolts for a quarter of his route, so I tell him to run and fill his bags up and get to watch a spectacle as he proceeds to load up in the slowest manner possible, checking if each 1-2 bolts is the right size before putting it in. Someone yells at him to hurry, so he eventually gets done and comes back. As we're going up he talks about how he's not really comfortable at heights and this old black guy who usually acts nice to young guys says "Well, it's okay, cause even though yous a pussy you ain't gonna fall 100 feet up or 10 feet." We all get out and Dickbrain makes a production of the 3 foot climb from the basket to the beam on the edge of the building, then carries himself to his task at a speed previously though reserved for microbiological organisms. When he finally reaches his first point he makes a scene of checking his fall protection lanyard, then starts putting bolts in. He uses a strange method of trying to force the bolt in immediately rather than using a tool to align the hole, then fumbles about incoherently when told how to do it correctly. After a long while passes he finishes the easy middle and top parts of his first position, but then looks down, leans but can't reach the bottom ones. He gets up like he's about to leave and someone yells for him to finish, then explains how to lean down far enough. He can't do it, then makes a scene of pretending to have slipped and going back to the basket. A couple guys get a free break by getting to take him down to see the foreman, he tells him he almost fell and that the guys were "bullying him" by telling him to do his job correctly. Foreman tells him that  he was expected to do certain things in this trade and if he couldn't, he should consider other options, to which Dickbrain replies that there's "plenty of work on the ground" before storming off and not showing up 2 days in a row. Dickbrain got fired, and there's been peace and harmony ever since.