Worked at a campground “resort” in Indiana, and one of my trillion responsibilities was dumping rainwater out of canoes after a storm. In and of itself, this is normally no big deal. However, this time in particular, the storm the previous night had nearly sunk every boat in the place. These canoes were incredibly heavy, but I still managed to get all but one canoe out myself. I kept trying and trying, but could not get the full thing onto the dock to tip it if my life depended on it.
Enter [Leonard] the manager ⇽ slightly altered because ded
I attempt to find my manager, who had disappeared some time earlier in the day….not uncommon with him. I ended up finding him very drunk….not uncommon with him, and floating in the camp pool with his ex-wife. I asked him for help, and he proceeded to call me a f*&%&* and tried emasculating me, to no avail. I kept asking for help until he finally lost his cool and screamed, “If I have to get out of this pool, you're fired!”
I end up just pulling someone from another department entirely before letting the Director know what happened. She informed me nothing would be done unless he actually assaults someone (Which happened a week later with no consequences) and to just let it go.
I finished up my last week or so of the summer before leaving the park, and shortly after I learned [Leonard] had shut his liver down after drinking on the job for 45 something years and died. I never looked at work the same way again, but I still don't understand why I didn't just walk out, it was a 7.25 type of job anyway.
P.S. some people will finish a “vacation” even after one of their party members drowns after driving a golf cart into a lake in a drunken, cocaine-filled bender.
P.P.S. Don't kill a girl in the meth lab you set up in a crowded camp ground, please.