Maniacal Machinist.
I'm sitting there, with my manual punch set out, making washer shims when I hear, "Goddamnit!" followed by a loud bang. this was right behind me, so I made a quick side-step and turned around...ready...for anything. My heart is racing and my boss screams, "I just fixed that yesterday!" He procedes to throw pieces of the busted die across the shop and he grabs a piece of angle iron and starts pounding a roll around table, barbarian style. At this point I think he is upset, so I get out of his way.
He finally finishes wailing on the table and leaves the shop. Whew! Almost on cue the production manager walks in (he couldn't have heard over all the other noise; just a coincidence). He comes up to me and tells me to meet the Human Resources Driector in the conference room. Aaagh! two completely different kinds of excitement hitting me at once. My mind does a double flip and I manage to retain my composure. They are going to hire me on permanent today!
I make it to the conference room and there's another hire-on there waiting. I am given a form to complete and I start to read it. The other hire-on reaches over and takes the form and turns it to the next page. she hands it back to me pointing at the "x" where I am supposed to sign. Oooookay, I flip(!) the page back over and continue to read. Ah, this is a form that allows them to poke a needle in my arm to test me for tuberculosis. That's always nice to know before I fucking sign it.
Anyhow, I read, fill out, and sign the rest of the form and wait. the HR Director eventually comes in and goes over something with her in Spanish and send s her on her way. this is no ordinary hire-on interview. She simply makes a copy of my license and tells me I need to get my social security card to her ASAP. She dismisses me and stands up to leave, so I say, "I've got a couple of questions."
Okay, I ask her to set up direct deposit and she says, "Oh, we don't have direct deposit. And your next question?" I feel like I've totally missed something. I had all kinds of questions that I feel I shouldn't have had to ask, but I summed it all up with one.
"What is the offer?"
She tersely replies, "Eight, eight dollars an hour."
"No."
"Oh, that's right. You're different. I'm not sure what you will be paid."
"How do I find out?"
"I'll ask and get back with you."
Yea, she got back with me. They wait until I've clocked out to tell me to go to the head office. All she wanted was to tell me I need to go to the social security office and get verification for my SSN. It seems there was a discrepency with my number.
Whatever!!! I do not want to work there anymore. I am on the hunt again. I will work there only as long as I have to.
He finally finishes wailing on the table and leaves the shop. Whew! Almost on cue the production manager walks in (he couldn't have heard over all the other noise; just a coincidence). He comes up to me and tells me to meet the Human Resources Driector in the conference room. Aaagh! two completely different kinds of excitement hitting me at once. My mind does a double flip and I manage to retain my composure. They are going to hire me on permanent today!
I make it to the conference room and there's another hire-on there waiting. I am given a form to complete and I start to read it. The other hire-on reaches over and takes the form and turns it to the next page. she hands it back to me pointing at the "x" where I am supposed to sign. Oooookay, I flip(!) the page back over and continue to read. Ah, this is a form that allows them to poke a needle in my arm to test me for tuberculosis. That's always nice to know before I fucking sign it.
Anyhow, I read, fill out, and sign the rest of the form and wait. the HR Director eventually comes in and goes over something with her in Spanish and send s her on her way. this is no ordinary hire-on interview. She simply makes a copy of my license and tells me I need to get my social security card to her ASAP. She dismisses me and stands up to leave, so I say, "I've got a couple of questions."
Okay, I ask her to set up direct deposit and she says, "Oh, we don't have direct deposit. And your next question?" I feel like I've totally missed something. I had all kinds of questions that I feel I shouldn't have had to ask, but I summed it all up with one.
"What is the offer?"
She tersely replies, "Eight, eight dollars an hour."
"No."
"Oh, that's right. You're different. I'm not sure what you will be paid."
"How do I find out?"
"I'll ask and get back with you."
Yea, she got back with me. They wait until I've clocked out to tell me to go to the head office. All she wanted was to tell me I need to go to the social security office and get verification for my SSN. It seems there was a discrepency with my number.
Whatever!!! I do not want to work there anymore. I am on the hunt again. I will work there only as long as I have to.