Jesus berkeley my day went to hell.
So, for a long time, my direct leadership had been a husband and wife team, and the owner is actually the wife's father. Bad plan, right?
It was great, for a while.
Then, my direct report starting pregaming shifts. A beer here and there. Maybe a couple at lunch. The rules have always been pretty fast and loose here, it seems as if very little is actually against the rules unless you're actively murdering someone.
Being a friend first and a co worker second I mentioned that maybe the E36 M3 was getting out of hand. He dismissed it. Things continued as they were and I basically ignored them, because if there's one thing I know, it's you're not going to do E36 M3 about an addiction you don't think is an addiction.
Fast forward a few months. I had gone out with heart failure and come back to work, and things had progressed. Not in a good way. It's pretty noticeable, especially on weekends. He even admits to drinking in his car before work. He's started making offhand comments about not having gotten laid in months and passing out in his office, and getting blasted (and high) regularly with another co-worker/friend after work. I start putting a little distance on because I know where this is going, and he's still not listening.
Two weeks ago I came to work and saw his car outside. At 9am. He wasn't scheduled til 11. Ok, berkeley. He's pregaming, in his car, at work, at 9am. I heard his car leave at like 930. At 11, he texts and says he's gonna be an hour late. He lives 2 miles from here. Double berkeley.
He comes into work absolutely berkeleying demolished. Like how he got here is beyond me. Confides in me that his wife has asked for a divorce. I'm not surprised, she's been distant and such for a while. I find out through a mutual friend it's because of the exact same substance abuse I called him on.
The day goes down like the titanic on a iceberg. It's a miracle we only got one complaint. Bad bad bad.
Come in that Monday, and he's off the schedule for the week. By today, he's gone outright.
The worst part? I only came back to work on the premise that another manager we all hate and everyone refuses to work with was going to be out the door, and this slimy motherberkeleyer has somehow outlasted yet another manager, and we still can't fire him.