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This is how my last two days have gone.
Yesterday, we got up at 4 am and drove up to Dearborn to try out for Who Wants to Be A Millionaire. Mapquest got us all kinds of lost on the way there with their shitty shitty directions. We finally found the campus, got out our chairs, and got in line. We talked and read and played video games for about an hour an a half, before they let us in to our session. By the way, everyone in line got in the first session, so we could have slept in. Oh well.
Once inside, they packed us into very close chairs, and handed us two scantrons and two envelopes, with our tests inside. The first was a movie test, on which I knew none of the answers, so I knew I wouldn't pass it. The second was the general knowledge test, which I had thought I did pretty well on. Turns out, however, that neither me nor Nate passed it. I would have sworn on him passing it.
I did figure out yesterday that their tests aren't going for the highest scores. Which I should have guessed. So either we did too poorly, or we did too well, but I'll never know which.
Oh well, it was worth a shot.
So we came home and I crashed until about 4 pm, when Phoenix called to offer me a job at a packaging plant on Dixie Hwy. I agreed to do it, even though it means not seeing Nate until 11:30 at night and on weekends. I went up to the office, did my drug screen, passed it, and got my information on the job. 7.50 an hour, 7 am to 3:30 pm, breaks at 9, 11:45, and 2.
I got up this morning, made sure I packed a lunch and was there early. I was assigned to a line where someone would pack a compressor into a box, and I would staple the box shut and place it on a pallet. After the pallet was full, I was to wrap it up with plastic wrap and label it for distribution. After a few hours, however, they took the girl that was constructing the boxes and labeling them away from our line and replaced her with a mentally challenged young man who couldn't properly sticker the boxes, and that part was added to my job. I fell behind a few times, it took a while to get ahold of the whole wrapping part, but all in all, I felt I was doing a fairly decent job. I even got the handicapped man to be productive by having him arrange the boxes on the pallet for me, since it was patterned and he was able to grasp the job very well (and he'd also stacked up about 200 constructed boxes). It was shitty and tiring, but my coworkers were pretty friendly and the building was well ventilated if not air conditioned or cool.
I was also told that standing around wasn't tolerated, so I sweat off a few pounds by helping sticker the compressors, attach manuals to them, construct and sticker additional boxes, and on top of that, I swept the floor about five or six times.
And then at lunch time they posted a sign stating that all workers were to show up at 6 am on Saturday morning (Crossroads is this weekend) for a mandatory overtime shift. I didn't want to do it, and spent the latter half of the day wondering how I should handle the situation. I finally decided I'd give Phoenix a call after work, tell them honestly how I felt about it, and, if it didn't mean I'd get in trouble, request that they find something else for me to start next week.
After work, Debbie came and picked me up, I stopped to get smokes, and then we got home. I think I'd been sitting for about 3 and half minutes, when Phoenix called me and told me that I had been released from my position. I wasn't necessarily upset about that, but then I asked her why, and she told me the manager said I was sitting around too much.
I WAS SITTING AROUND TOO MUCH?
I told her the truth; that I hadn't sat down once today except when on break, that I was up and back at my station with my other workers without needing to be told, in fact I beat my supervisor back to the area all three times. That we had pushed ourselves to finish an order of 80 boxes in the last ten minutes. I don't understand how I was being slow or 'sitting around.'
She said it may have been a mistake, and they might call me back in, but I'm pretty sure this shit-ass place hires ten temps a day and lets them all go so they can bring in fresh meat. So I shouldn't be upset about it.
I asked her if that counted against me, and she told me no, just not to slack off or slow down next time.
Jesus Fucking Christ.
So, for about $50, I busted my ass and came home stinking like I haven't had a shower in two years, just so the manager could lie about me and make me look bad to my temp agency.
Now THAT I'm upset about.
Gah.
I missed Makenzie and Avonelle and Kenleigh and Nomali and IGUN for that?
Yesterday, we got up at 4 am and drove up to Dearborn to try out for Who Wants to Be A Millionaire. Mapquest got us all kinds of lost on the way there with their shitty shitty directions. We finally found the campus, got out our chairs, and got in line. We talked and read and played video games for about an hour an a half, before they let us in to our session. By the way, everyone in line got in the first session, so we could have slept in. Oh well.
Once inside, they packed us into very close chairs, and handed us two scantrons and two envelopes, with our tests inside. The first was a movie test, on which I knew none of the answers, so I knew I wouldn't pass it. The second was the general knowledge test, which I had thought I did pretty well on. Turns out, however, that neither me nor Nate passed it. I would have sworn on him passing it.
I did figure out yesterday that their tests aren't going for the highest scores. Which I should have guessed. So either we did too poorly, or we did too well, but I'll never know which.
Oh well, it was worth a shot.
So we came home and I crashed until about 4 pm, when Phoenix called to offer me a job at a packaging plant on Dixie Hwy. I agreed to do it, even though it means not seeing Nate until 11:30 at night and on weekends. I went up to the office, did my drug screen, passed it, and got my information on the job. 7.50 an hour, 7 am to 3:30 pm, breaks at 9, 11:45, and 2.
I got up this morning, made sure I packed a lunch and was there early. I was assigned to a line where someone would pack a compressor into a box, and I would staple the box shut and place it on a pallet. After the pallet was full, I was to wrap it up with plastic wrap and label it for distribution. After a few hours, however, they took the girl that was constructing the boxes and labeling them away from our line and replaced her with a mentally challenged young man who couldn't properly sticker the boxes, and that part was added to my job. I fell behind a few times, it took a while to get ahold of the whole wrapping part, but all in all, I felt I was doing a fairly decent job. I even got the handicapped man to be productive by having him arrange the boxes on the pallet for me, since it was patterned and he was able to grasp the job very well (and he'd also stacked up about 200 constructed boxes). It was shitty and tiring, but my coworkers were pretty friendly and the building was well ventilated if not air conditioned or cool.
I was also told that standing around wasn't tolerated, so I sweat off a few pounds by helping sticker the compressors, attach manuals to them, construct and sticker additional boxes, and on top of that, I swept the floor about five or six times.
And then at lunch time they posted a sign stating that all workers were to show up at 6 am on Saturday morning (Crossroads is this weekend) for a mandatory overtime shift. I didn't want to do it, and spent the latter half of the day wondering how I should handle the situation. I finally decided I'd give Phoenix a call after work, tell them honestly how I felt about it, and, if it didn't mean I'd get in trouble, request that they find something else for me to start next week.
After work, Debbie came and picked me up, I stopped to get smokes, and then we got home. I think I'd been sitting for about 3 and half minutes, when Phoenix called me and told me that I had been released from my position. I wasn't necessarily upset about that, but then I asked her why, and she told me the manager said I was sitting around too much.
I WAS SITTING AROUND TOO MUCH?
I told her the truth; that I hadn't sat down once today except when on break, that I was up and back at my station with my other workers without needing to be told, in fact I beat my supervisor back to the area all three times. That we had pushed ourselves to finish an order of 80 boxes in the last ten minutes. I don't understand how I was being slow or 'sitting around.'
She said it may have been a mistake, and they might call me back in, but I'm pretty sure this shit-ass place hires ten temps a day and lets them all go so they can bring in fresh meat. So I shouldn't be upset about it.
I asked her if that counted against me, and she told me no, just not to slack off or slow down next time.
Jesus Fucking Christ.
So, for about $50, I busted my ass and came home stinking like I haven't had a shower in two years, just so the manager could lie about me and make me look bad to my temp agency.
Now THAT I'm upset about.
Gah.
I missed Makenzie and Avonelle and Kenleigh and Nomali and IGUN for that?