Rag, rag, rag

Another example of why I hate working for the people I do: They use a uniform service. People can rent work clothes. So, they change here, leave the dirties here, and once a week, the service comes and does the laundry. The service also provides shop rags. Eight cents each to buy the rags, and four cents each to clean them. Dug, the owner’s son, and miserly cheapskate, switched to a new company. So, all the employees had to pay new set-up charges for new shirts. Dug wanted to force people to pay for the company badge on each one, but we avoided that one. The rags also got switched. The old provider used red rags, and the new ones are green (and not nearly as good). Dug felt there were too many rags being used for ‘inappropriate’ purposes. As an example, the ladies in Assembly would use a stack of about ten of them attached to the cheap chairs to provide some sort of cushioning. This was outrageous, of course. So, Dug only bought 500 rags for the whole company, and is rationing them out. It is now even more of a hassle to do the work because they wanted to save an extra $80. Seriously…