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A day in the life of a working single mom in the work place
Daily events of a female in an industrial setting and the challenges she faced and dealt with every day. The struggles of working with egotistical men and snooty bitches.

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Personal Memoirs

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Publié par	iUniverse
Date de parution	26 août 2022
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781663222978
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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Work Place Drama
A day in the life of a factory worker

Gabby

Work Place Drama
A day in the life of a factory worker

Copyright © 2021 Gabby.

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ISBN: 978-1-6632-2296-1 (sc)
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iUniverse rev. date: 08/19/2021

When I started writing in my journals it was to vent. The language in these journals are very explicit. It was what I was feeling at the time. I was incredibly angry by the things I had to deal with. Later in my employment there I worked for a guy that was so different than anyone there. This guy was awesome. He was simply the best. Love that man. I really can’t say enough about him, he was so awesome.
November 19,2001 This guy on the line called me a bitch today. He really ticked me off. I didn’t deserve that I didn’t do anything to him. He’s such a jerk. When he wants something from me, he’s nice and then he becomes a jerk. Its ok for him to stand around and talk and slow up production but when I talk to somebody, he gets a nasty ass attitude. It seems its ok for other people to make mistakes but when I do people make a big deal about it and makes me feel like an idiot. Nobody’s perfect and yet when I make a mistake, they act like a committed a crime. Why do people always make me feel like I have to be perfect, and people make me feel like I don’t pull my own weight on the line. People stand around and talk about me and then they are nice to me to my face. I always feel like I must pick up where they left off because they are too damn lazy to do it there self and I’m the one who gets in trouble. And if I don’t, they make me feel like a slacker and that I’m lazy. Well since I’m supposedly a bitch I’ve decided not to talk to anyone. A manager asked me how things were going today I told him not bad. I asked him if he talked to the guy and he said he did. I’ll call the guy fat mouth. The manager said he did talk to him. As far as I know that was all that happened, but he did at least talk to him. That tells me that the kind of behavior is acceptable. Although thinking about it now it isn’t acceptable. Enough is enough, I have decided to find something that suits me better. I told another Manager that while I was off for the holidays, I was going to do some serious thinking. I was going to decide if I was going to leave the company. The 20 th of November I almost did just that. I can try to start my own business and I’m going to give it a try and see how it goes. People on the next line are always yelling at this guy on my line. But they think he is an ass. My line leader who is genuinely nice occasionally, you can hear her yell at this guy to the tune of Barbara Ann by the beach boys. It is funny. She’s an ok line leader. I have put up with more crap from those male chauvinist two faced backstabbers than I should have to. It’s not just the guys it’s a lot of the people. What the hell is wrong with these people. I have never done anything to anybody. I just do my job And I get treated like crap. They think they are so much better well they’re not. Fat mouth can be as nice to me as he wants but he is wasting his time. He’s not just an ass he’s a #1 prick. I’m not going to go out of my way to be nice to those people in there. They don’t deserve it. I do know if I were doing the name calling the consequences would be much different.
December 11, 2001, I have worked for this company for nearly 12 years and I have put up with more crap than I should have to. I was hit by a person in there although I didn’t say anything because it would have been his word over mine. But two other people saw it and of course they wouldn’t say anything. One day I was talking to this guy in management and it just came out. I had not intended to say anything to anybody it just came out. And besides, it had been 9 months since the incident. He was just about jumping up and down in the aisle.
December 13, 2001 The other day we had a meeting with the boss (if you want to call him that) he’s a first-class jerk. He said that we must start in a different place at the start of the shift so we will be in a different place at the end of the shift. One person does production report, one does scrap report, and one takes the tote back to the crib. He says we are a team. What a crock. Oh, we’re supposed to be. Oh, fat mouth isn’t going to do all the paperwork and take care of the tote by himself. Oh, Waa Waa. Cry baby. It’s really kind of funny, when I first went to this department, he did this, and he did that. In fact, he did it for an excuse, an excuse to get people to do things for him. And then there’s this lady that says she don’t know how to do it. That’s how she gets out of doing things. Anytime something doesn’t work she yells at the leader and he comes over and fixes it. When I ask him to do something, he says FIX IT! What I feel like saying to him is F you. It really bugs me the way these people are nice to your face and then they go to another person who they were just talking about to you. And they talk about you to them. How crazy is that. Better yet how two-faced is that.
Since November 19 th fat mouth doesn’t say much of anything to me. Won’t do him any good. He can be as nice to me as he wants to, he’s wasting his time. I’m all done trying to get along with people. I’ve had my share of the crap they dish out to me. But God forbid if you do the same to them. One of these days I’m going to tell those people to take that job and shove it! I’m tired of people treating me like crap all the time. What a bunch of hypocrites. Back stabbers, and two-faced people. I have never worked with people like that. And yet they go on like it’s an everyday thing and they think nothing of it. Of course, around there it is an everyday thing. And life goes on.
December 17 th , 2001 Today when I went to work, I was where I was supposed to be according to someone. But wouldn’t you know it Fat mouth was sitting on his on the gauge. Oh no he wasn’t about to get up and run the welder. He just sat there on his fat ass. I can’t believe how lazy and two-faced these people are at work. And then you have this lady who claims the guy is an ass and yet she talks to him and is all nicey nice to his face. Really are you kidding me. It just amazes me the way these people are. I don’t talk to most people at work anymore. Course I didn’t talk to many of them anyway. I don’t intend to stay there the rest of my life and put up with their crap. If what I’m trying to do works, it could generate a pretty good income for me. More than any of them would make. They really think they are so much better than me I’ll show them. Oh well and life goes on.
January 15,2002 Jan.14 th was my first day back since dec.18 th 2001. It was a fairly good day. Since I don’t talk much or at all since Nov. 18 th these 2 days were fairly good. Other than the fact that we were down since about 10:00 a.m. All in all, it wasn’t too bad. At least there was no name calling.
January 17 th , 2002: Yesterday our line was down, and we had to clean (as usual). And about 7:30 we were sent to other lines until our line was up and running. I got sent to Dept. 12. Of course, we had to rotate every hour. I told one of the ladies that I couldn’t run a machine and she said are you on restrictions. I told another person I wasn’t running the machine until I talked to a manager. The manager I wanted to talk to came up behind me awhile later and he told me to stay off that machine. I knew he wouldn’t let me run this machine because I hurt my hand on it last year. At least not for a while. Today our line ran. Later in the day I don’t know where fat mouth went but that left 2 GO’s and a welder. These people don’t work well together. This one lady isn’t about to do anything if she doesn’t know how to do it. I don’t know what the big deal is about doing the paperwork. She just leaves the line at 2:00 o’clock and leaves it for someone else to do. And I’m usually it if the leader isn’t on the line. I don’t get it; I don’t know what the big deal is. I still think people expect me to be better than I am. And no matter what I do it seems it’s not good enough. Or right, I can’t seem to win no matter what I do. I work with such lazy people, and they’re just crybabies. Other. than the events of the day, it wasn’t too bad. It can always be better.
January 28 th , 2002: Today wasn’t a real bad day. About 10:30 we started having a lot of trouble with the bender. That’s never good. We also had trouble with gauge. Before that happened, I was at the end of the line packing parts, the basket was full, so while we wait for the material handler, we keep moving the full basket and for him to bring an empty one. While this was happening, I noticed there was parts still coming to me, however there was not parts coming off the bender. I looke