What’s a blog without a rant that nobody reading will probably relate to?

This was originally going to be a longer, more civilized post, but after accidentally closing my browser on the first attempt at typing this, then accidentally refreshing the site after typing the whole thing up, I’ll crop this shit.

Some full-time employee at work bitched to my boss about getting sent home after six or so hours today, even though three temp employees got to stay. He told my boss FT’s (full-timers) shouldn’t lose hours to temps. My boss said he totally agreed, which is how my boss usually responds to complaints. Then the fag said, “What does a regular employee have to do to get some fucking hours around here?” My boss told him to talk to “Coach” (because he looks and acts like one).

First off, you don’t fucking cuss out a department head. I don’t care how pissed off you are about getting sent home after a five or six hour shift, you just don’t cuss out a department head. If you want to cuss someone out, you damn well better be on the same level or higher up. It’s one thing for an owner to cuss out a department head, but for a grunt employee to do that is unprofessional and just downright boneheaded.

Furthermore, he bitched about losing hours to temps in front of me (I’m a temp) and another temp, and possibly even a third temp. Here’s the thing about that possible third temp — he’s Coach’s son. Yeah, the boss’ boss’ son is a temp. Not only that, he’s a temp that gets a lot of working hours at the plant. But I’m sure the whiny bitch wasn’t referring to him, because it’s understandable why the boss’ son would get lots of hours even if he is just a temp. But don’t fucking whine in front of the very people you’re bitching about!

As if that wasn’t bad enough, the pussy came back a few minutes later with Coach to discuss the issue with my boss. By that point I was beyond earshot, but one thing was obvious — my boss was not in a good mood after that. Sure, there were other issues that cast a gray cloud overhead, but getting a talkin’-to from one of the bigwigs definitely didn’t cast a ray of sunsine on him.

Tonight, after I got home from work, my boss called and asked me to work a swing shift tomorrow, one that would be two hours shorter than my planned morning shift. He said some people had change their schedules around, or something. He would never admit it, but I’m certain today’s debacle had something to do with this change of shifts.

And please, temps stealing his hours? There are only two temps that have been working at the plant lately — Coach’s son and myself — and I averaged 5 days a month over the last three months, somewhere around $200 each. The only hours I’ve stolen were those of other temps in my department because I’m the one that gets called in the most. I turned down a six-hour shift recently because my boss called me in to work just two hours after I fell asleep.

I averaged 31 hours a week last year, and that’s including overtime, but not actually counting overtime, so the figure’s more like 25 hours or so. I’m sure the FT was averaging 40+ with overtime. And he gets paid more per hour, too.

Full-time employees get medical, 401k and paid holidays. Temps get jack shit. We get paid holidays, but only if we worked 600 hours in the three weeks immediately prior to the holiday and worked the day before and the day after said holiday. No medical. No 401k. While my boss calls me when he has work, other temps not so fortunate have to call in every day begging for work. And we only make $10 an hour, while FT’s start at $12.

Here’s something the stupid asswipe probably never considered: My department has spent two years futily training me (I’m a lost cause, but they won’t give up on me just yet). I get called in over other temps in my department. The CEO and the owners know my name. Department heads in other departments I don’t work in know my name. My boss asked me if I needed more hours. I told him straight up I’m happy if I average 30 hours a week. Truth be told, I can get by on $750 per month. If you can’t do that math, that’s well below poverty level, which is $1.1k per month. If the dude has a car, house and a kid (which I think he does), then sure, he needs more hours and money, but those are expenses he chose to live with. If I earned $750 per month, I could get by. I wouldn’t be able to save up my money for future expenses, but I wouldn’t be homeless, hungry or without internet. Everyone at work knows I have a little over $30k in the bank and if I dip below $30k, I’m getting a new job. So, if I need at least $750 per month to get by and $850 to guarntee I’ll have no immediate financial worries, what do you think would happen if I worked over half a year for less than $700 a month? Exactly — I’d quit! So, give the whiny bitch 40 hours a week or give him 30 and give me 20? Also, I’m cheaper to employ.

The other thing that chafed me this week, or rather these last two weeks, was another FT was looking for work, so my boss had her loading product onto one of our industrial inkjet printers. The bitch acted like such work was below her and that she shouldn’t be loading for an operator that was only a temp, even though said temp operator had  year of experience on her. News flash, bitch: The only reason we’re still temps is that operator’s an aloof (but diligent) fairy and I’m no fucking kissass (which unfortunately the owners have caught wind of >_< ). I also suck with machines, but for some reason I’m stuck in a department where I’m operating machines with hazardous moving parts. 0_O

Wow, after three edits, two and a half fucking hours of my night gone, wasted on this shit that nobody’s even going to read.