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Ladies and Gentlemen, i think I'm finally at that point.
I think I finally hate my job enough that all I want is to be rid of it.
And you can tell this is so because this is not a new thought to me: I haven't been "happy"(inasmuch as anyone ever IS "happy" at work) for the last 3 years and have started to dream about quitting at least twice weekly over the last 4-5 months.
In point of fact I was at my friend's place just last Sunday night and i had to do a double take when she suddenly asked me in a concerned tone if I was OK, since she said I suddenly got this very crestfallen look about me for a moment( I was in the midst of packing up the stuff I'd brought and was preparing to go home). And you know what? I had to think about it for a few seconds but she was right. The idea of going back to work, back to that place, had become *that* hateful to me.
Why? Crack open a beer and let Uncle Andy tell you a story.
It didn't used to be that I realistically could be said to do "too much work" for one guy. But it has over the last three years reached that point. My job is in the Returns department of the distribution center in which I work which deals in clothing. My job is to take in, every day, all of the returns that come in either by the Post Office or by this new thing we've been doing the last 3 years called a "SmartLabel" which is handled by a seperate logistics company and saves the customer money.
No big deal, right? Didn't used to be. Except for one small thing. 2 summers ago we bought out a competitor down South and I been ever since getting to deal with THEIR returns too.
It is my job to THEN open them up, and put them all on the processing lines so the processors can do the refunding/credit thing and get them back into inventory. I also must keep them supplied with the materials they need( clothing bags, post office returns, FedEx returns, empty their trash all the while moving this crap around and throwing away the empty gaylords too( a "gaylord" is a 4x4x4 box mounted on a pallet which my returns come in.) the most we can do in a day is about 20 WITH a full crew( which is only Tue-Wed-Thu) IF we're lucky, since the last month or two i'm lucky if I get ONE DAY a week I get less than 20 in, with the average being 26( a full 53 footer) I'll let you do the math.
And the department is spread out enough that I walk a little less than a marathon every censored day just to keep up. And a predominant amount of that little less than a marathon is spent hauling a pallet behind me. And now they want to add another floor in ther other building and grow and all that but have decided in their infinite wisdom to use MY whole receiving dock as the staging area for the materials and there's that much less room I have to get the censored things in.
I had help for this last summer but that person decided he wanted a different job in the dept( smart man). I wouldda done it too except I knew they'd never let me off this job. So since then I've been stuck with a temp, and to be fair he's very conscientious and very rare as temps go, very willing to learn, and speaks English understandably, pleasant to get along with, and causes no problems. But that's not a permanent solution.
On top of this my first hour of my shift each morning is spent cleaning night shift's mess and refilling the processing lines they left empty. The guy in charge of processing nights then yesterday has the temerity to tell ME "Uh, hey Andy, I gotta get this moved right now..." and just drop everything I'm in the middle of when he wass here during his day portion of his shift. This is irresponsible and I take this as a point blank display of disrespect to me.
Ok, so these conditions I've been trying to shoulder and deal with but they've been my "strike one" for some while now.
So I try to remain positive about it and I think to myself "Cheer up! It could be worse!"
So I cheered up.
And it got worse.
So we fast forward to where I Just had my review tuesday and got my whole 30 cent raise(Sure! But The fact the company is all blowing their horn over growing and growing and buying out a SECOND competitor and opening stores all across the state and attracting investors and doing all super amazing frankly isn't much interest to me till the employees start seeing some of it, and when you started working at a place at $8.50/hour SIX CENSORED YEARS AGO and you only just now cracked just over $2 more than that---you don't owe them any more of your time--strike TWO).
During this review I make it a point to ask , in more polite terms, when am I gonna get some *Y&^%^in' backup here, and am told, up front, by my supervisor( who all things aside really is one of the best bosses I've ever had and does the best she can for me given the rules she has to follow, but her hands are tied on this from higher up), that they won't let her hire another returns material handler right now until they're "convinced" of a need for it.
Grim enough news on its own were it not for the fact I've known for a month or so now that we bought out a second competitor and now thats just THAT many more returns my workload will consist of. This I am apparently expected to once again handle by myself with the occasional temp.
Piss on THAT. Strike three.
You see, as it is now, I'm not what anyone might consider "old" but am getting near the point( 29 this April) where I begins to grow more difficult to do a physical job day in, day out and be all duct taped back together by next morning. With increasing frequency I come home from work and have difficulty walking without ankle pain or stiffness the rest of the day, and end up much of the time( too much, now) simply crashing and sleeping the whole rest of the day through just to be rested enough to get back up and do it again.
While this is happening I do not work out, I do not get to all of my Martial arts training and therefore do not lose weight and get out of the prediabetic zone. I do not get scriptwriting done, and otherwise get nowhere, in at least some part because of my job.
And as of yesterday's paper there are no ads to answer.
I will try again today. A friend's father told me of an opportunity at a local Home Depot( much the same thing I do now but with more power equipment and no customers, and more $$$, only thing that stopped me was the hours were 930 PM-6 AM---by this point I frankly don't care. I'll just have to take the Fri-Sat morning class is all).
Failing that, If I truly am at the end of my endurance to the point I must give my notice without something lined up, between transferring the money in my credit union account to my bank account and selling my last sidearm( ouch) I can lay hands on about $2K if needs must.
I'm off now to start pounding pavement( told em I was sick, and, in a way, i am).
Throw the whole keg in the cooler for me, come time I get back tonight I'm gonna need it BAD.
I think I finally hate my job enough that all I want is to be rid of it.
And you can tell this is so because this is not a new thought to me: I haven't been "happy"(inasmuch as anyone ever IS "happy" at work) for the last 3 years and have started to dream about quitting at least twice weekly over the last 4-5 months.
In point of fact I was at my friend's place just last Sunday night and i had to do a double take when she suddenly asked me in a concerned tone if I was OK, since she said I suddenly got this very crestfallen look about me for a moment( I was in the midst of packing up the stuff I'd brought and was preparing to go home). And you know what? I had to think about it for a few seconds but she was right. The idea of going back to work, back to that place, had become *that* hateful to me.
Why? Crack open a beer and let Uncle Andy tell you a story.
It didn't used to be that I realistically could be said to do "too much work" for one guy. But it has over the last three years reached that point. My job is in the Returns department of the distribution center in which I work which deals in clothing. My job is to take in, every day, all of the returns that come in either by the Post Office or by this new thing we've been doing the last 3 years called a "SmartLabel" which is handled by a seperate logistics company and saves the customer money.
No big deal, right? Didn't used to be. Except for one small thing. 2 summers ago we bought out a competitor down South and I been ever since getting to deal with THEIR returns too.
It is my job to THEN open them up, and put them all on the processing lines so the processors can do the refunding/credit thing and get them back into inventory. I also must keep them supplied with the materials they need( clothing bags, post office returns, FedEx returns, empty their trash all the while moving this crap around and throwing away the empty gaylords too( a "gaylord" is a 4x4x4 box mounted on a pallet which my returns come in.) the most we can do in a day is about 20 WITH a full crew( which is only Tue-Wed-Thu) IF we're lucky, since the last month or two i'm lucky if I get ONE DAY a week I get less than 20 in, with the average being 26( a full 53 footer) I'll let you do the math.
And the department is spread out enough that I walk a little less than a marathon every censored day just to keep up. And a predominant amount of that little less than a marathon is spent hauling a pallet behind me. And now they want to add another floor in ther other building and grow and all that but have decided in their infinite wisdom to use MY whole receiving dock as the staging area for the materials and there's that much less room I have to get the censored things in.
I had help for this last summer but that person decided he wanted a different job in the dept( smart man). I wouldda done it too except I knew they'd never let me off this job. So since then I've been stuck with a temp, and to be fair he's very conscientious and very rare as temps go, very willing to learn, and speaks English understandably, pleasant to get along with, and causes no problems. But that's not a permanent solution.
On top of this my first hour of my shift each morning is spent cleaning night shift's mess and refilling the processing lines they left empty. The guy in charge of processing nights then yesterday has the temerity to tell ME "Uh, hey Andy, I gotta get this moved right now..." and just drop everything I'm in the middle of when he wass here during his day portion of his shift. This is irresponsible and I take this as a point blank display of disrespect to me.
Ok, so these conditions I've been trying to shoulder and deal with but they've been my "strike one" for some while now.
So I try to remain positive about it and I think to myself "Cheer up! It could be worse!"
So I cheered up.
And it got worse.
So we fast forward to where I Just had my review tuesday and got my whole 30 cent raise(Sure! But The fact the company is all blowing their horn over growing and growing and buying out a SECOND competitor and opening stores all across the state and attracting investors and doing all super amazing frankly isn't much interest to me till the employees start seeing some of it, and when you started working at a place at $8.50/hour SIX CENSORED YEARS AGO and you only just now cracked just over $2 more than that---you don't owe them any more of your time--strike TWO).
During this review I make it a point to ask , in more polite terms, when am I gonna get some *Y&^%^in' backup here, and am told, up front, by my supervisor( who all things aside really is one of the best bosses I've ever had and does the best she can for me given the rules she has to follow, but her hands are tied on this from higher up), that they won't let her hire another returns material handler right now until they're "convinced" of a need for it.
Grim enough news on its own were it not for the fact I've known for a month or so now that we bought out a second competitor and now thats just THAT many more returns my workload will consist of. This I am apparently expected to once again handle by myself with the occasional temp.
Piss on THAT. Strike three.
You see, as it is now, I'm not what anyone might consider "old" but am getting near the point( 29 this April) where I begins to grow more difficult to do a physical job day in, day out and be all duct taped back together by next morning. With increasing frequency I come home from work and have difficulty walking without ankle pain or stiffness the rest of the day, and end up much of the time( too much, now) simply crashing and sleeping the whole rest of the day through just to be rested enough to get back up and do it again.
While this is happening I do not work out, I do not get to all of my Martial arts training and therefore do not lose weight and get out of the prediabetic zone. I do not get scriptwriting done, and otherwise get nowhere, in at least some part because of my job.
And as of yesterday's paper there are no ads to answer.
I will try again today. A friend's father told me of an opportunity at a local Home Depot( much the same thing I do now but with more power equipment and no customers, and more $$$, only thing that stopped me was the hours were 930 PM-6 AM---by this point I frankly don't care. I'll just have to take the Fri-Sat morning class is all).
Failing that, If I truly am at the end of my endurance to the point I must give my notice without something lined up, between transferring the money in my credit union account to my bank account and selling my last sidearm( ouch) I can lay hands on about $2K if needs must.
I'm off now to start pounding pavement( told em I was sick, and, in a way, i am).
Throw the whole keg in the cooler for me, come time I get back tonight I'm gonna need it BAD.
