CLARIFICATION: Let me begin first with a retconning of a term I used in the previous California post: “freight truck”. Apparently, “freight” is normally reserved for 18-wheelers only. I had my information wrong when I wrote my first post about the trip. Franklin was not driving an 18-wheeler or anything, they were driving the very large moving trucks that you can rent from Enterprise/Uhaul. In the Facebook “rebuttal post” made by Crystal she says “24’ Enterprise truck”. This is correct information; these are the trucks I meant to imply with the term “freight truck”.
With that said, I apologize for any confusion the erroneous term may have caused. The post begins below:
Somewhere in this mess of interlinked Tumblrs I said “don’t even get me started about the day where the semi-truck full of books showed up.” This has been something asked about by readers of the other Tumblrs and since I was the employee who opened on that fateful day it was I who witnessed the event and really the only one who can tell its story. I’m going to do my best in chopping this day up into smaller pieces for easier reading.
1. The Summarization of Events
When I arrived at around 11:45 AM I saw George (the landlord) screaming and yelling at this guy who was trying to park the 18-wheeler carrying the rest of the store’s shipment of books. Why Franklin didn’t just freight the whole damned thing in the first place I do not know. Anyway, the guy who was driving the truck didn’t know what he was doing (and I believe by this point Franklin was somewhere else) and this ended up pissing off George.
Somewhere in this mess I noticed Franklin. I believe he arrived late, and with Crystal. Me arriving before Franklin didn’t seem to sit well with George, understandably.
When they arrived, the truck had been parked and George, Crystal, and I believe a couple of volunteers were helping unload the truck. Franklin did little to no work and instead said he’d be “finding people to help out”. By this, he really meant “fuck around with Gmail open on my laptop and not do anything while Crystal, George, and the volunteers do all the work”. This made George beyond pissed off and he became very irate and tore into Franklin verbally on countless occasions. More volunteers showed up, Franklin straight up left the store to “pick up more”.
Franklin agreed to pay one of the volunteers a meager sum of money and skipped out. I authorized Michael to pay this person if Franklin decided to disappear instead of being honest.
So, that’s the gist of it. Now here’s the individual portions.
2. George didn’t like Franklin’s habit of not working.
Franklin forced Crystal to unload the truck. No surprise there, he takes advantage of her and treats her like dirt 8 days out of the week. What he wasn’t expecting, however, is that George wasn’t too thrilled to have a giant semi-truck in HIS parking lot for the entire day, and he was already pissed off from the incompetence of the guy who took 40 minutes to park the damn thing. (I do not know who drove the truck, I believe it was someone from the freight company.)
Prior to the ensuing outburst, George asked me why I wasn’t helping. I explained that I had an abdominal lesion and that I had doctor’s orders not to move heavy boxes. George was fine with that. What he wasn’t fine with, however, was Franklin’s habit of sitting inside and hiding. George become absolutely livid.
I have never heard a man swear so profusely. Literally — LITERALLY — every other word out of that man’s mouth was “fuck”. I am not kidding. George was stomping around inside the store screaming and yelling in Franklin’s face like something straight out of Full Metal Jacket. He was tearing Froghat a new one, hardcore. He was going all out with his insults with choice cuts including:
- "Why don’t you fucking get out there and fucking unload your fucking books from that fucking truck you fucking piece of shit?"
- "Why do you have your fucking girlfriend out there doing all the fucking work? Aren’t you supposed to be the fucking man here?"
- "Get off that goddamned fucking computer and help me with this fucking truck. I see you on that fucking thing constantly. Get the fuck out there and fucking work!"
Every single time George opened his mouth he let out a string of profanities that would make a sailor blush, and he did this right in Franklin’s face in front of everyone for all to see and hear. (Shoe’s on the other foot now, huh?)
Franklin’s response to that was his trademark exasperated sigh, some idle complaining, and him insisting that he was “finding more volunteers”.
George eventually stormed out and would later re-appear in cycles of 20 or so minutes for the exact same transactions to take place.
3. Franklin acts like a spoiled child.
Eventually, somewhere in the course of unloading the truck Crystal decided to take a break and made herself something to eat. She had some vegetarian meat patties in the store’s fridge (because Franklin seems to care more about a cow he’s never seen than the girlfriend he berates on a daily basis) and had lunch.
Franklin decided all of this “not working” he was doing worked up a major appetite as well, so he asked Crystal to make him a sandwich. I’m not trying to sound stereotypical sexist here, he actually asked her this. She said no and that “all the stuff is right there for you to do it yourself”. Franklin threw a goddamned fit and started yelling at Crystal because he’s just too worthless to make a sandwich on his own. She said no again and walked away; I could tell the situation with the truck had upset her.
He started throwing a fit right in front of me and started mumbling things to himself and opening/closing bags of sandwich stuff like a bratty child. Mind you, he’s done zero work and Crystal’s done everything so far so it’s not like he’s just so damned exhausted that he can’t even lift a finger. He just doesn’t want to because he’s an abusive twat.
4. Franklin rips off a desperate volunteer.
Around the time this truck showed up is about the same time Hillary and I (and Ken and everyone else) were beginning to put together a pretty horrific picture in our minds regarding Franklin, especially after I had been keeping everyone on the same page with the events of the day so far. Franklin’s disgusting treatment of his workers would only continue to increase from here.
I don’t remember this volunteer’s name, but he was a lithe blonde-haired guy who showed up with some friends. He asked Franklin if he could have $10 for putting in 6 hours of work. According to this person, Franklin said yes. Of course he would, because he’ll say anything to get you to work and then once you’re done he’ll shaft you without lube.
At one point in the day this guy approached me and said he had some concerns that Franklin wasn’t going to pay him. I responded sarcastically until he explained that he only asked for $10 because he would otherwise come up short on rent for the month. As a person who ended up having to terminate a lease because I myself could not afford rent, this struck a chord with me. I told him that he’d be getting his money no matter what, and that if Franklin decided to be a little piece of shit and skimp out on him that I would personally pay him from the register.
Well guess what? Franklin abandoned the guy without paying him. I was told that Franklin purposefully waited for him to turn his back and then literally ran off so he wouldn’t have to pay. Michael, a now-former employee of the store who closed that night, told me he had to pay this person out of the register because Franklin wouldn’t do it.
How low of a person can you really be? THIS GUY WAS HERE SO HE COULD MAKE RENT AND FRANKLIN STILL PULLED THE “WHOOPS TOO BAD GOTTA GO HUEHUEHUEHUEHUE” ACT.
I confronted Franklin about this later and he said he didn’t pay up because the kid wasn’t “trustworthy”. Franklin insists that he checked up on him and saw him “not working”. I laughed immediately and pointed out the hypocrisy, as well as the lie because I was personally checking up on the kid myself seeing how he was doing because I felt bad for him (I brought him and his buddies waters). Franklin didn’t do a damned thing. I told Franklin that even if he was “untrustworthy” that $10 for 6 hours of labor is a good deal for him. He still insists that he didn’t want to pay him and got pissed off when I told him I personally paid him anyway.
Absolutely disgusting. Absolutely.
5. Franklin avoids work by leaving the store.
By the time mid-afternoon rolled around I guess George was too winded from unloading and screaming to do much else, so he had quieted down. Crystal was still working, though, as were the near half-dozen or so volunteers that had showed up to help. A couple of people who usually volunteered at the store arrived but were not helping due to personal illness. Franklin still tried to coax them into helping, just like how he’d disregard my health as well.
Well, Franklin decides that he doesn’t have enough volunteers because he STILL doesn’t want to help unload his own truck. He decides to drive to Palo Alto to pick someone up, a trip that takes just about an hour to do. He also left the store at near rush hour.
Franklin is gone almost 80 minutes. When he arrives he’s brought a whole ONE PERSON back with him. He only picked up “one person” because the other people whom he was going to pick up arrived of their own volition while Franklin was gone. When he got back to the store he faked a “oh THERE you guys are!” faux pas. He literally went to go pick someone up whom he knew would not be home, just so he could waste time and blow it off as a mistake.
6. Franklin starts harassing people for free labor on Facebook.
Franklin told me to post on the Facebook wall that they needed volunteers. I told him no, that he should hire a moving company to get it done quickly and professionally. He said he didn’t have the money and that “they’re charging us by the hour to have the truck parked”. I explained that if he’d hire professionals he’d end up paying the same amount anyways but at least it would get done faster and more efficiently than by bringing out a bunch of untrained people working for free.
He couldn’t see the logic in this and demanded I post a message on Facebook asking for free labor. I told him this was unethical and that his previous history of how he treated his volunteers would only make today be that much more obscene and vile. He muttered something, sighed, and then turned to his laptop where I observed him sending messages to what I can only imagine was any and everyone who was on his friend list from Facebook.
Here’s a picture I snapped while Franklin was away trying to avoid George’s wrath. He had other conversations started with people but I didn’t click onto any of them because then he’d know I was accessing his computer and reading messages. He was doing this to multiple people, begging them to come help when these people have better things to do.
7. Finally, Franklin just didn’t work. At all.
I was at the store for 7 hours that day (12:00 - 7:00) and that truck was there for all seven of them. I kept track of how much work Franklin actually did outside and of those seven hours he was out there “working” for at most 40 minutes. This breaks down to 9.5%.
Franklin spent over six hours finding ways NOT to work. At first he tried to say “someone has to watch the store”, but I grinned and said “nah man that’s me, I can’t lift boxes. You go do it.”
After facing George’s wrath for arriving late Franklin did a little bit of work and then I believe he feigned a call/message on his phone so he could come back inside and do some more not working by means of harassing people on Facebook and calling everyone in his phone’s contact list begging for free help.
Then Franklin decided to go “pick up” volunteers. He picked the longest possible distance to drive and decided to leave at around 4:30. He was gone for over an hour and when he returned he discovered that some of the people whom he had left to go get had magically already arrived.
Throughout all of this he harassed, abused, and demeaned everyone around him (even though he just couldn’t seem to take it when George was up his ass at the start of the day). He refused to pay the kid he agreed to give $10 to, the one who needed it for rent. He insulted Crystal and threw a fit when she wouldn’t make a sandwich. He got sassy with me when I told him I would not be using Facebook to solicit for slave labor and when I RE-explained that I wasn’t supposed to lift boxes and there was nothing he could do to get me to change that.
He hid on his laptop for almost the whole time and let everyone else unload his truck full of all of that bullshit yaoi he had been bragging about for weeks prior.
What a prick.