I get along well with 99% of the people I work with and I mean get along well despite language barriers.
Everyone says hello to me even when they don't really feel like it.
(There is Russian, French, Arabic, Hebrew, Chinese, Spanish and Patois being spoken at any
Every Saturday and Sunday, I buy mini-muffins from Saint Cinamon and walk around the floor handing them out. Like "Santa only with Pastries" it's been
Even to the individuals I detest, few that they are.
(All but one...Quan...he's a real
piece of work.)
I am on good terms with the suits upstairs and have my bosses confidence and respect.
He has commented many times I am the only one in the department he can count on.
Conversely I do very well and have very little restrictions placed upon me that most of the other workers must adhere to.
I can't always decide when I leave but I can come in at pretty much whatever hour I wish.
I take my breaks at whatever time I wish and are never faulted for being 5 or 10 minutes late.
(This may however stem from the fact that I voluntarily work 7 on 7 and my overtime hours frequently match my regular 80 hour pay period.)
Despite being there the least amount of time of anyone in the section, no other worker holds enough operational knowledge of department to run the
place if something were ever to sideline the boss.
Neither does anyone else in the company for that matter, at least on an individual level...i.e. it would take 3-4 poeple collaborating (to control the
monkeys we have to work with) to produce the work related effect my boss does.
The only thing I can't
do is run the lift...and
beat the stuffing out of Quan. Well, it's not that I can't do it...it's just that it's
Our dinners are bought for us and offer's of "Coffee Hodles and Donuts" are frequent.
After taking my bosses advice, the suits upstairs decided to get dirty with the rest of us on the floor.
Their biggest concerns was in witnessing me remove "cheap" protective wrappings from computer servers. Pretty much the most inglorious part of my job
The glue on these things is old
and it holds on for dear life instead of simply peeling away as its supposed to.
The plastic is also cheap and so rips frequently as it defies removal. Your nails are constantly digging into your own fingertps as you try and get a
hold of the stubborn plastic, mostly without success.
I just didn't
turn to see who was behind me.
I had peeling it off for the previous 7 hours but "old" chassis had been showing up all month, more so the last week
My fingertips were sore from trying to grasp miniscular pieces of shredded plastic. Raw from the glue itself...just drying out the skin. I wasn't sure
how many had been done but I could see it would go on for another week or two minimum.
Tired, fed-up and hungry...that's
what was going through my mind at the moment.
I heard an unfamilar voice say:
"You just have to work at it a little harder...that's the problem."
(Insert sound of record needle being scratched across vinyl!)
So, as is so common for me ATS...I "shot from the hip and took no prisoners".
"No, the problem
here is the guys upstairs thought they were being smart when they bought this cheap @#$%...saving pennies a chassis...but what
they forgot about is all the overtime hours
they have to pay shmucks like me
to remove it."
There was a silence...I turned around...there was the Unholy Trinity of Corperate Representation at the company looking at me like it's just puked up
dead baby on their feet.
Fortunately for me, my boss was there as well and he started laughing.
Over the next few days different people from upstairs would come down try their hand and putting my words to the test.
It resulted in an immediate policy change.
Since then, I seem to be in their "good books" instead of the unemployment line.
I frequently buy other workers a lunch if they forget theirs and are hungry or give them my lunch and eat at the cafeteria myself.
I buy cases of soft drinks, water and non-gmo granola bars for everyone in the department.
I lend money to those in need.
As a result I rarely have to take a bus home and are always being offered food from pretty much all around the world on a regular basis. Some of it's
I joke with everyone within earshot.
Alright, there has been one
complaint that I play the music a bit too loud (cause I'm going a bit deaf) but if I could just be serious with you
all for a moment...@#$% Quan.
I take delight in burning movie and music disks and "share the wealth" everytime I have the means to.
I respect others and are in turn respected.
When the suits come down to shake your hand personally you are doing something right.
Both of my altercations with Mister Quan have resulted in disciplinary action being taken against him. Having exhausted both verbal and written
warnings, the terms of the contract we all sign state one more instance like this will result in his immediate termination.
So, I guess what I'm really trying to say here is @#$% Quan.
Yeah that pretty much about covers it.
edit on 19-5-2014 by Eryiedes because: ETA