Many moons ago I worked with a very dangerous man on the graveyard shift. Murphy had a reputation for violence, a temper and was called by many, "A redneck with a psychotic edge." He also had a scary look, in particular his steel grey eyes and his stoic facial expressions. We worked together for several years and because I was more than half his age he treated me good and we always joked around. For the most part I enjoyed working with him. But the store managers who worked on the day shift were terrified of him. They would never tell him what to do in person and never send him an email of work to be done. They always told me to tell him and all I ever said to him was, "Don't kill the messenger."
Murphy was a man that was beyond bitter. He was in his early forties and had been passed up for promotion for nearly a decade. Little did he know, he was blacklisted by the company and instead of firing him(something they were too afraid to do) they decided it would be best to keep him on nights. To this day he was the hardest worker I had ever seen, but he was not a good supervisor because he lacked the people skills and was too heavy handed when talking to people. He would intentionally work so hard that he would throw his back out and go on compensation. I had a nickname for him and only I could call him this. Can you guess what it was? It was, "Big Daddy."
About a year into working with him, the upper management was having problems with his antics. One shift he had ordered five times the regular order that was normal for a Saturday night and cut 80% of the staff to make the productivity numbers look good. The result: only 10% of the order was worked and the rest was left in the stock room. Over 150 pallets of stock weren't completed. There was so much overstock that nobody could move in the backroom, screwing up the dayshift's work day. That morning as Murphy left through the side door, before any day staff had arrived to work, he had a good laugh and said, "Big Daddy wins tonight."
There were also rumors that Murphy had a huge gun collection. He also always came to work in camouflage and had a severe drinking problem. Many nights he came to work half gooned with glazed eyes and reeking of whiskey. These nights he was even more belligerent than normal, making wise cracks at everyone, often the cracks were of an offensive variety.
Then after about two years working together he hired a girl in her forties that was ridiculously beautiful. I'm talking jaw dropping beauty. That's when the police started to arrive at the store. This newly hired lady, we will call her Sandra, had gone to the police to file a complaint about a man calling her during the day wanting to talk dirty on the phone. The police interviewed the staff. Big Daddy was the number one suspect as he had hired her, but he blamed the assistant store manager, who was known as a pervert and a sexual deviant.
The phone calls continued and notes appeared in her purse at work that described sexual fantasies. That's when human resources were called in and they interviewed all of the employees as witnesses to big daddy's behaviour. Without exception every employee including the victim, Sandra said that he never mistreated her or made any sexual overtures towards her.
Things died down for a a few weeks, but they soon picked up again. One night the perverted assistant manager was closing the store and the night shift was starting an hour later. I was the first one to arrive for the night shift and the perverted store manager left as soon as I got there. An hour later the rest of the night crew would arrive. Then about five minutes before the night crew arrived I got a call down to receiving about a man with binoculars hiding around the corner of the building watching the employees arrive to work. I exited through the receiving man door and skirted around the building to see who it was.
It was the perverted assistant store manager. I went back inside and said nothing.
Then about a week later Sandra quit the job and things returned back to normal. A month after that Big Daddy was fired and walked out with a police escort. I was awarded his position and took over his computer. I received an email from the computer system to change his password to a new one. The computer sent his old password for me to change.
The password: Sandra#1.