Work summary.
In the last few months a lot has changed, but everything is the same.
Our DM was a good guy. He is the reason I have a job, get paid decently, and made sure our GMs over the years kept my hours up. I know this because AssMan told me this in a bar after work one night. I never really knew.
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[all of this was/is out of order. Moving this timeline up in hopes that it will make this easier to follow.]
End of 2001 hired into current location.
'05-'06 worked current location and Hell about 50/50
'07 promoted to Facility Manager of a third location.
'08 They closed my location and the 4th location. Went to Hell full time.
End of '08 transferred back to current location.
'12 offered FM position in Hell for double my pay said "No f****** way in hell am I ever going back there." Was forced to take a few shifts anyway.
'14 After three months of badgering, harassment and threats.Kept telling them "No." DM came to my office and I was given relatively large raise to go to Hell once per week.
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2008/9: When I transferred from Hell, the GM was a psychopath. I still loved my job. If I took a few minutes to check what machines I had time to work on, he would scream at me to do something or leave. This was after doing more in six hours than the average technician does in a month. Couldn't even take a 30 second water break w/o getting attacked. It was still better than Hell.
This guy eventually took me off the schedule. Wouldn't tell me if it was for a week, for the summer, or permanent. Kept repeating "We don't have hours." I just needed to know whether I should find a job, or just relax for a few weeks.
He got 'promoted' to a DM position in another district soon after my layoff or firing. I went back to work. Everything was cool.
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A few months ago: They closed another center. Our DM got eliminated and they expanded the district of the slave-driver.
A few weeks ago someone mentioned he was a great guy. I disagreed. I eventually figured out that he was only an asshole to me. The entire time he was screaming at me, no one else was expected to do much of anything. Apparently, he joked around and was a 'fun guy' with everyone else.
When I took the transfer in '08, I was under the impression that everyone wanted me here. I am the best at what I do. I assumed he was an asshole to everyone. Because my whole department wanted me here, I never made the connection that he probably wanted me to quit. He was being lied to about me from the guy who wanted my hours. Not to do the job, just to get the pay.
This made me rethink Hell.
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The reasons Hell was Hell:
My shifts were noon to close then back really early. Twice per week. I was supposed to stay in the back alone. 36 straight hours of being alone, on no sleep, with no food. Twice per week. The end of the second and beginning of the third day of the four day work week were exactly 24 hours apart.
-Isolation.
-Sleep deprivation.
-Starvation.
-Verbal abuse over the paging system.
Never really thought about it; The $10,000 pay cut to go there, and that my boys were babies at the time, both played a big part in making it Hell.
Other huge factor; The GM hired a guy who wasn't qualified. I was supposed to train him to do the job I got demoted from, so he could be my boss.
Up until March (one whole year since I started going on Mondays) I couldn't eat nor sleep for days at a time thinking about having to go back. The GM, who was actually pretty nice and didn't even realize my shifts were torture, was canned somewhere between my 2012 and 2014 contracts. DM told me at one point that it had to do with the same thing he did to me. [Assuming he was referring to the time he told me "If you screw up you deserve to die." and tried to get me to agree to that. But, it could have been about the thing where people get write-ups for random things that they didn't do and wouldn't make sense anyway. Or could have been a number of other things.]
Now that I know why that place makes me want to die, it isn't as bad. The 12.5 hour shifts they had me on were killing me. But I got out of those last month.
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Asshole DM has been in town a few times. Seen him, but he pretends I am not there. I pretty much walk away and ignore him anyway.
Old DM has been back to Hell a bunch of times the first month. Still in shock. When you lose a job that was your life for several years, it takes a long time to adapt.
Two Face. I never mentioned it, but he came from the other center that closed the same time mine did.
Kitchen Girl quit last week. I really hadn't seen her much in the last year anyway. I don't think I am going to randomly stop and say "I miss Kitchen Girl."
Weird twist of events: GM of the place I was FM at transferred From Michigan to Florida just to keep his job when we closed. He was my GM in my current location when I was first hired, as well. He recently came to work in Hell as a technician. He had that position in Florida, but the machines were completely different there. I am helping train him to do my job, after I had done the job for him for most of the first seven years of my career.
I am doing OK. Just haven't had energy nor motivation to work on any of my own stuff for a long time. I am starting to get a little of it back. I actually felt good in Hell for a few minutes a couple weeks ago. Don't expect it to happen again, but it is a possible start to not hating my life when I am there.
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Based on my writings, it probably sounds like my corporation is horrible. They really are like one big family to me. If I didn't love them, or if I didn't like the job itself, I wouldn't be here.
Our DM was a good guy. He is the reason I have a job, get paid decently, and made sure our GMs over the years kept my hours up. I know this because AssMan told me this in a bar after work one night. I never really knew.
-------
[all of this was/is out of order. Moving this timeline up in hopes that it will make this easier to follow.]
End of 2001 hired into current location.
'05-'06 worked current location and Hell about 50/50
'07 promoted to Facility Manager of a third location.
'08 They closed my location and the 4th location. Went to Hell full time.
End of '08 transferred back to current location.
'12 offered FM position in Hell for double my pay said "No f****** way in hell am I ever going back there." Was forced to take a few shifts anyway.
'14 After three months of badgering, harassment and threats.Kept telling them "No." DM came to my office and I was given relatively large raise to go to Hell once per week.
-------
2008/9: When I transferred from Hell, the GM was a psychopath. I still loved my job. If I took a few minutes to check what machines I had time to work on, he would scream at me to do something or leave. This was after doing more in six hours than the average technician does in a month. Couldn't even take a 30 second water break w/o getting attacked. It was still better than Hell.
This guy eventually took me off the schedule. Wouldn't tell me if it was for a week, for the summer, or permanent. Kept repeating "We don't have hours." I just needed to know whether I should find a job, or just relax for a few weeks.
He got 'promoted' to a DM position in another district soon after my layoff or firing. I went back to work. Everything was cool.
--
A few months ago: They closed another center. Our DM got eliminated and they expanded the district of the slave-driver.
A few weeks ago someone mentioned he was a great guy. I disagreed. I eventually figured out that he was only an asshole to me. The entire time he was screaming at me, no one else was expected to do much of anything. Apparently, he joked around and was a 'fun guy' with everyone else.
When I took the transfer in '08, I was under the impression that everyone wanted me here. I am the best at what I do. I assumed he was an asshole to everyone. Because my whole department wanted me here, I never made the connection that he probably wanted me to quit. He was being lied to about me from the guy who wanted my hours. Not to do the job, just to get the pay.
This made me rethink Hell.
--
The reasons Hell was Hell:
My shifts were noon to close then back really early. Twice per week. I was supposed to stay in the back alone. 36 straight hours of being alone, on no sleep, with no food. Twice per week. The end of the second and beginning of the third day of the four day work week were exactly 24 hours apart.
-Isolation.
-Sleep deprivation.
-Starvation.
-Verbal abuse over the paging system.
Never really thought about it; The $10,000 pay cut to go there, and that my boys were babies at the time, both played a big part in making it Hell.
Other huge factor; The GM hired a guy who wasn't qualified. I was supposed to train him to do the job I got demoted from, so he could be my boss.
Up until March (one whole year since I started going on Mondays) I couldn't eat nor sleep for days at a time thinking about having to go back. The GM, who was actually pretty nice and didn't even realize my shifts were torture, was canned somewhere between my 2012 and 2014 contracts. DM told me at one point that it had to do with the same thing he did to me. [Assuming he was referring to the time he told me "If you screw up you deserve to die." and tried to get me to agree to that. But, it could have been about the thing where people get write-ups for random things that they didn't do and wouldn't make sense anyway. Or could have been a number of other things.]
Now that I know why that place makes me want to die, it isn't as bad. The 12.5 hour shifts they had me on were killing me. But I got out of those last month.
--
Asshole DM has been in town a few times. Seen him, but he pretends I am not there. I pretty much walk away and ignore him anyway.
Old DM has been back to Hell a bunch of times the first month. Still in shock. When you lose a job that was your life for several years, it takes a long time to adapt.
Two Face. I never mentioned it, but he came from the other center that closed the same time mine did.
Kitchen Girl quit last week. I really hadn't seen her much in the last year anyway. I don't think I am going to randomly stop and say "I miss Kitchen Girl."
Weird twist of events: GM of the place I was FM at transferred From Michigan to Florida just to keep his job when we closed. He was my GM in my current location when I was first hired, as well. He recently came to work in Hell as a technician. He had that position in Florida, but the machines were completely different there. I am helping train him to do my job, after I had done the job for him for most of the first seven years of my career.
I am doing OK. Just haven't had energy nor motivation to work on any of my own stuff for a long time. I am starting to get a little of it back. I actually felt good in Hell for a few minutes a couple weeks ago. Don't expect it to happen again, but it is a possible start to not hating my life when I am there.
--
Based on my writings, it probably sounds like my corporation is horrible. They really are like one big family to me. If I didn't love them, or if I didn't like the job itself, I wouldn't be here.