I'm convinced that North Jerseyans are boiling over with pent up rage at this point. I mean I guess it's understandable when you consider they spend 75% of their lives stuck in traffic and the other 25% smelling whatever awful odors come out of Elizabeth, but when it spills over onto me I get a little annoyed.
For those of you who don't know I work at an ice rink in beautiful Wayne, New Jersey in order to pay the bills and keep myself in school. I'm a Zamboni driver which basically means I do everything from maintain the ice to clean to fix things to whatever...One of my jobs is to check locker rooms after games to make sure that they are left relatively clean and there has been no vandalism. What we do to ensure this is standard operating procedure at pretty much every rink in New Jersey and beyond. In order to gain access to a locker room one needs a key. In order to get a key you must surrender a set of car keys which we keep in a secure location until the end of the game/practice. This ensures that A: you give us our key back, and B: you don't leave until we make sure that the room is clean and undamaged. Unfortunately we as well as a lot of rinks have a huge problem with vandalism and general sloppiness. Never underestimate the power of 20 unsupervised 12 year old boys in a locker room. Balls of tape plugging the toilets, broken mirrors, crushed garbage cans, defecating in the shower-I've seen it all.
Anyway, today I got called over the radio to check a room. Apparently the guy had been waiting and getting impatient and there wasn't anything I could do, I was already busy and I promised the receptionist over the radio I'd get there ASAP. I got into the room and there was coffee spilled all over the floor, so I radioed her to tell him next time to just call us if there is a spill so that we can get someone in there to clean it right away. About 10 seconds after I uttered those words the locker room door flies open and a guy about
6' 3" (kinda big to me, I'm only about 5' 10"/200lbs) who looks a lot like John Corzine oddly enough, comes up and gives me one of those "body check" kinda shoves where you just bump up against the person without putting your hands on them. He then procedes to tell me that he doesn't have to clean up the f---ing locker room because that's my f---ing job. First I simply forcefully told him NOT to touch me and backed away. For every one step I took back he took two forward until I finally hollered him to back the f--- up and he tells me to watch my mouth. I guess since I'm only 24 and looked about in his mid 40s I'm not allowed to curse around him. So basically this continues and I even attempt to sidestep him to get out of there-he blocks me.
I decided at that point if he backed me into a corner I was going to go through him rather than around. Again, I'm not a big guy, but I was a wrestler in high school, and not a bad one so I can handle myself if I need to. I eventually raised my hands a little as if I was getting ready to defend myself and he backed off a bit and I quickly walked around him, told him he was an f---ing psycho and walked out. My boss eventually got him calmed down (after guy demanded I be fired) and explained to him that I didn't expect him to CLEAN the locker room, just NOTIFY me if something of that nature happens. I didn't wait around for an apology.
What really aggravates me is the circumstances...this was over a stinkin locker room!!! The way this guy was coming at me you might have thought I had just told him I was sleeping with his wife! I dunno, I know there are crazy people everywhere, but it seems like there's a severe concentration of them up here. Anyway, I'm curious-what does everyone think of this little case of "locker room rage?" Are the rink's policies too oppressive? Was I too standoffish? Was this guy really Corzine and just sore about all those nasty things Forrester said about him?
I think my sig says it all...
For those of you who don't know I work at an ice rink in beautiful Wayne, New Jersey in order to pay the bills and keep myself in school. I'm a Zamboni driver which basically means I do everything from maintain the ice to clean to fix things to whatever...One of my jobs is to check locker rooms after games to make sure that they are left relatively clean and there has been no vandalism. What we do to ensure this is standard operating procedure at pretty much every rink in New Jersey and beyond. In order to gain access to a locker room one needs a key. In order to get a key you must surrender a set of car keys which we keep in a secure location until the end of the game/practice. This ensures that A: you give us our key back, and B: you don't leave until we make sure that the room is clean and undamaged. Unfortunately we as well as a lot of rinks have a huge problem with vandalism and general sloppiness. Never underestimate the power of 20 unsupervised 12 year old boys in a locker room. Balls of tape plugging the toilets, broken mirrors, crushed garbage cans, defecating in the shower-I've seen it all.
Anyway, today I got called over the radio to check a room. Apparently the guy had been waiting and getting impatient and there wasn't anything I could do, I was already busy and I promised the receptionist over the radio I'd get there ASAP. I got into the room and there was coffee spilled all over the floor, so I radioed her to tell him next time to just call us if there is a spill so that we can get someone in there to clean it right away. About 10 seconds after I uttered those words the locker room door flies open and a guy about
6' 3" (kinda big to me, I'm only about 5' 10"/200lbs) who looks a lot like John Corzine oddly enough, comes up and gives me one of those "body check" kinda shoves where you just bump up against the person without putting your hands on them. He then procedes to tell me that he doesn't have to clean up the f---ing locker room because that's my f---ing job. First I simply forcefully told him NOT to touch me and backed away. For every one step I took back he took two forward until I finally hollered him to back the f--- up and he tells me to watch my mouth. I guess since I'm only 24 and looked about in his mid 40s I'm not allowed to curse around him. So basically this continues and I even attempt to sidestep him to get out of there-he blocks me.
I decided at that point if he backed me into a corner I was going to go through him rather than around. Again, I'm not a big guy, but I was a wrestler in high school, and not a bad one so I can handle myself if I need to. I eventually raised my hands a little as if I was getting ready to defend myself and he backed off a bit and I quickly walked around him, told him he was an f---ing psycho and walked out. My boss eventually got him calmed down (after guy demanded I be fired) and explained to him that I didn't expect him to CLEAN the locker room, just NOTIFY me if something of that nature happens. I didn't wait around for an apology.
What really aggravates me is the circumstances...this was over a stinkin locker room!!! The way this guy was coming at me you might have thought I had just told him I was sleeping with his wife! I dunno, I know there are crazy people everywhere, but it seems like there's a severe concentration of them up here. Anyway, I'm curious-what does everyone think of this little case of "locker room rage?" Are the rink's policies too oppressive? Was I too standoffish? Was this guy really Corzine and just sore about all those nasty things Forrester said about him?
I think my sig says it all...